This shirt hangs behind the bath room door. It’s an old shirt I bought Bernie over 20 years ago.
The collar is quite worn. It’s really only a rag now. He gave it to me a while ago.
It’s full of memories. Happy times. Sad times. Worse times. Better times.
It keeps me warm when there’s a chill in the air.
It reminds me of all we’ve been through.
It makes me smile to think of all we have in our future.
It makes him laugh when I wear it.
I wouldn’t trade it for the world.
I love this shirt.
