In Loving Memory …

Jean's gift to me, her dramatic black hat

Jean’s gift to me, her dramatic black hat

It started with a message that my dear friend and next door neighbor, Jean, had passed away. A week later I was forced to put my darling cat Willie to sleep after he stopped responding to his medications. And last week I got the devastating news that Cheryl, my beloved sister-in-law, had unexpectedly lost her mother, Charmaine. It has been a painful time for me and for my family and I am having a hard time processing these losses. What I have been doing is gathering memories of them close to me like precious treasures.

My friend Jean was very stylish and we would often share stories about clothes and fashion trends from her days working in New York City. She had a subscription to Harper’s Bazaar and kept the back issues in her front hallway so that I could see them clearly when I entered her house. Not only did Jean save the magazines, but she saved her clothes and cared for them lovingly. Not long before Jean died she gave me her over-the-top black hat from Ann Taylor (that I think she wore to an outdoor garden party). It is very different from anything I wear but I love owning a bit of Jean and find myself thinking about wearing it someday to my own elegant party. In that moment I will think of Jean and smile – as I do with everyone so dear to me whom I have lost recently – in loving memory …

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3 thoughts on “In Loving Memory …

  1. I’m so sorry to hear about the recent passing of your friends and your beloved cat. Good memories are a reflection of our love for each other. Thank you for sharing such a beautiful story about Jean. A big hug!

  2. So sorry to hear of the passing of people (and your cat) who are dear to you. It’s common to hold on to a piece of clothing that reminds us of a loved one…There is a current trend to turn clothes of the diseased into pillows, quilts, etc. I personally have my father’s slippers under my bed (he wore them whenever he came over), my dad’s scarf & my grandma’s sweater. Any time I see them, I think of my loved one.

    Clothes really are an outward manifestation of how others see you…..which is a scary thought for me since I don’t think my clothes reflect me at all!! Something for me to think about!

    Thanks for sharing.

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