I finished bagging up John's clothes & took them to town & donated them to a church clothes pantry.

It's unreal how many memories (and emotions) can be tied to something as simple as a t-shirt...

And letting them go feels like letting him go all over again.

But it had to be done. Looking at them every day wasn't easy either.

p.s. Gin & lemonade is pretty danged good. No wonder it was my dad's favorite summer drink.