“I’m Here”
Tonight after I returned home from a shift of food deliveries, I noticed an "ugly" Christmas sweater Jeep (my late husband) used to wear for the holidays, draped over the back of my office chair. I immediately thought Ian had put it on there while doing some laundry or reorganizing, and asked him. He didn't know what I was talking about, so I pointed at the chair. The front of the sweater was perfectly centered on the back of the chair, fabric smoothed as if laid out to wear for the evening. "No," he replied. "Wasn't me."
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