Did you ever wear clothes of the dead? I did and it has left an impression on me. I started to write this as a poem but couldn’t get that to work, so here it is as a prose piece. I must have been around ten or eleven. My father was not making much money. I seldom had new clothes, usually hand-me downs from family and church friends. I wasn’t really aware of their origin. They were usually in good shape. One family in particular passed their growing son’s clothes on to me. I always appreciated them, until tragedy struck.
The Clothes of the Dead
The Clothes of the Dead
The Clothes of the Dead
Did you ever wear clothes of the dead? I did and it has left an impression on me. I started to write this as a poem but couldn’t get that to work, so here it is as a prose piece. I must have been around ten or eleven. My father was not making much money. I seldom had new clothes, usually hand-me downs from family and church friends. I wasn’t really aware of their origin. They were usually in good shape. One family in particular passed their growing son’s clothes on to me. I always appreciated them, until tragedy struck.