It became a familiar piece of clothing. Besides being soft, a great fit, with vibrant colors it caught the attention of those I cared for and those I was fortunate to visit in the hospital. It soon became a symbol that reflected my care giving.
Although this shirt is not worn much anymore, it hides many memories from the road behind me.
It even captured the attention of my then three year-old granddaughter who asked why I was not wearing my "colorful" shirt again the next day.
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