At first she lifted it and inhaled deeply. His scent of woody evergreen was so familiar, her heart ached. She saw it there after, after she started to breathe again, but couldn’t bear to touch it, or take it home into their room. It seemed appropriate to let it remain where he left it, because maybe he would come back somehow, to retrieve it. He would put it on and come back into their home and life would be the same. Instead she stood and wrapped herself into it as if it was his arms around her once again.
The Bag Lady 
Wow. This really captured grief in such a beautiful way 😢
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I felt this Cheryl. Beautifully expressed.
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