Gads. I’ve been putting this off long enough.
Blankets and stolen sweaters that reminded me of Jai and/or Kamala.
Cried through washing them. The clean stack made me cry more.
And old throw that was bleached then I tried to dye it and
that didn’t work and eventually it became a cat throw.
Kamala lived her life for the morning ritual of “Do you want to be a Quilt Kitty?”
She would come running and prance around while Mitchell
put it over the top of whatever — bed or futon or footrest —
and that would be her cue to roll around and become like a kitten at play with him.
I’ve given up two loved sweaters for Jai, one a blue mohair and the other a blue cotton turtleneck. He would crawl inside them and peek his head out. Come to think of it,
maybe I am ready to draw that from photos. It’s just been too hard.
He’s been gone a year.
Then there are the endless sick blankets from his IBS. All a sadness, missing them.
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