Coelha Thoughts

I pulled out my old blue sweatshirt and though of you.  It's the oldest sweatshirt I own.  The color is faded and worn, there is a coffee stain on the front of it and the string to the hoodie is missing and lost.  I wear it because it's comfortable; and it reminds me of you.  It's the sweatshirt I wore on that horrible day when I I had to say goodbye to you; but it was too late; you passed before we could exhange the words. 

Mom said I should have gotten rid of it, but I can't.  Do you remember Dad?  If you were to see me wearing it, would you remember who I was?