Day 5 – I Have His Pullover

I am awake, I am alive, and this morning I am still smiling thanks to memories of him.

I highly doubt he would remember me. If he did at all it would be as the little sister of his good friend. He wouldn’t remember my name which is fine because I don’t remember his, but I remember him.

“Him” was a tall, muscular, friendly, outgoing, gregarious fireball. He lived on the edge which is why of course he was friends with my brother. It was also why I found him so damn attractive.

After all, I was a single Mom of 2 kids, divorced, just out of an abusive relationship, working full-time, up to my NECK in responsibilities. He represented freedom. He represented LIFE. He represented all I could be doing if only I didn’t have so much to do.

And then, one day, I found it. His pullover, the kind with a zipper in the front, just a short one by the neck. Of course, it had a logo of a strip club on it (typical) but it smelled like him. He had left it behind one of the many times him and my brother had stopped in and now it was mine.

And today, while listening to music, enjoying the freedom that is now my life, I thought of him and smiled because … I still have his pullover.

Never underestimate the impact you have on others. You may only see your challenges. They may see everything they wish they had.

I love you!

#ibelieveinyou #ibelieveinme #icreatespace #celebrateandsurvive #repairingfeathers

Fun fact: After I wrote this, I remembered his first name. Rob, his name was Rob.