My God, this is hard to write - and, if you read it, you may wish you hadn't. This is something that has been on my mind for days and writing about it may be the only way to get past it for now.
Our daughter, Shanna, was easily the smartest person I've ever known, with a natural gift of logic that was scary. When she was just three years old she displayed an uncanny ability to extrapolate - take a set of facts from one situation and apply them to a totally (seemingly unrelated) set of circumstances. Her conclusions were always spot on.
In December of 2005, just months before her death, the breast cancer that would take her life in February had metastasized to her brain. She was no longer able to drive a car, but she was determined to go Christmas shopping.
She bought me a motorcycle jacket, and she was so damn proud of it.
She reminded me of the old leather jacket I had inherited from my dad and that she had taken with her when she went to college. Now she was returning the favor. She had bought this great leather jacket on sale and got it at an amazing bargain price!
The problem was, it was some sort of faux leather. Some sort of plastic - the label mentions PVC. I told her I loved it.
I've never worn it since she died, but it is still in my closet and always will be. It hurts when I see it, but I could never throw it away.
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