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Thursday, March 17, 2011

My Father's Tie

Bob wore this tie.


















I found it on Etsy.com and memories started coming back.
The yellow table is a jarring background for me, but this is the sort of internet connection that interests me. Someone who states that she is from "Emerald City, United States" likes the same tie my father liked.  I am therefore able to remember a part of Bob and visualize, with great accuracy, events that have no names, only senses.

My father dressed in a suit and tie every morning for breakfast. We sat at the formal dining table. The one he designed and had built. I don't need to tell the woman who lives in the Emerald City about my desire to touch the tie. I remember it's soft feel. I remember his smell and learning that gender wasn't defined by who wore flowers.

For all this I am grateful.

~ Bob's Daughter

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