The Old Jacket
The ways we remember those close to us that have died.
I saw our neighbour at school today, and was surprised the she was wearing an old faded jacket which was torn at the back, and the feathers from the lining were coming out.
One of the other Mums was also a little surprised perhaps because the lady is the wife of a Barrister.
Yes she said “It used to belong to my cousin that died. Every time a feather falls out I think of him!“
I thought that was lovely, but we all laughed when the other parent quickly retorted.
“You must think of him a lot” – as another feather fell out.
By Bob Derham
Paul Handover
