Several months after Dad died we had a yard sale. Mostly not of his stuff. Youngest sister said she didn’t think she could handle selling his clothes at a yard sale.
I don’t think any of us could have handled that.
Then I came up with the bright idea of using his shirts to make a quilt. I’ve thought of it and mentioned it a few times.
But here we are, almost a year after his death, and Up until yesterday his shirts still hung in the closet. I finally took some home with me.
But I find myself reluctant to start cutting them up.