I just returned home after spending a week with my good friend, Judy. Ray, Judy's husband, died two months ago after a four month battle with cancer. I wanted to visit after everything had settled down to give her support, love and friendship.
The one thing that we planned on doing during my visit was to empty out Ray's closet and pack up his clothes. Initially, Judy and I planned on accomplishing this task together, but when the time came to do it, I saw the look on her face and offered to handle it alone. Judy said she was so relieved to hear me say that.
I felt honored to complete this task for Judy as I knew how hard it would be for her to do it. After I finished packing up Ray's clothes, the empty closet and drawers were difficult to see as it was a strong reminder of the tremendous loss. Judy and I then quickly packed the thirteen bags of clothes into her car and dropped them off at the thrift store.
The remainder of my visit was spent in just being her friend, which was the easy part. When it was time for me to leave, it was difficult as our time together was very personal and time neither will ever forget. Judy will be okay as she has a tremendous support system from family and friends. I just know that she and I will always be there for each other. Our friendship is that strong.
CLOTHES
I promised him I would take care of her.
I promised from deep in my heart.
So I packed up his clothes for donation
to provide for others who needed them now.
She said she just could not do it.
She was relieved when I offered to help.
I gladly accepted this difficult task
knowing it was something he'd want me to do.
I slowly removed each shirt from its hanger.
I slowly emptied his drawers.
I folded his jeans, his slacks and his sweatshirts
giving respect to the clothes that he wore.
They'll drape them on wooden hangers.
They'll sort them by color, by size.
They know someone will buy them,
to wear and give them new life.
His clothing filled up thirteen bags.
Bags full of memories and dreams.
They're gone, but she'll forever cherish
him and the clothes that he wore.
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