Here in the Mid-Atlantic region of the country, it’s been a very mild Spring. There’s been so much rain I have a variety of mushrooms growing in the woods around me. So I’ve been a little slower going from warmer to cooler clothes. My closet still shows evidence of Winter. Today was the day I decided that it was time to replace the layers of warm undershirts and wool pants. I’m fairly certain the snow and Winter winds are a half a world away.
And there they were, folded and hiding on a shelf, under my shorts and t-shirts: Leroy’s favorite jeans. These jeans have been to so many wars, I can’t even count them all. These jeans have been to beach bar-b-q’s, baseball games, they’ve partied at Super Bowls and have successfully aired thousands of ABC NEWS “Nightline” broadcasts, literally by the seat of his pants! Some nights were close.
And now, I look at them and hold them and still find a reason to keep them. I can’t let them go. Leroy and his jeans: they were one. No other piece of clothing identified him more. His shirt sleeves were always rolled up to his elbows and he had on his jeans. Even when he wore his Hawaiian shirts, those jeans were the other half of the picture.
The image is still crystal clear.
So as I change over the closet to Summertime clothing, the heavier pieces will be tucked away for another season.
Those jeans will be there too. His favorite jeans are one of my favorite memories.