Shoes

After my brother Tom died 7 years ago (7 years ago today, as a matter of fact) his wife, Ann, was getting ready to move out of the house that they were living in. This house, less than two miles from where I live, was a haven for us during that terrible, beautiful time in our lives. While Ann was packing up, she had to make some decisions about Tom's belongings. She was so generous to us. Ann gave us a huge box of shoes and belts as well as pants, shirts, and other assorted clothing items. Those have been such a godsend to us. We laugh at how Tom's shoes have fit just about everyone in our family. You loved Tommy? Here, try on these shoes. There will be a pair that fits you. I am not kidding. It is a miracle how these things of Tom's just keep working for us, keeping his memory and legacy alive.
That night a couple of weeks ago at the Union League Club with Julie and her family, as we were saying our good nights, I looked down and saw a pair of Tom's shoes on Wayne's feet.
It made me smile and know that Tom was there with us.