His Old Jacket
My stepdad died about a year and a half ago. When he passed, this old denim jacket of his was one of the things I took as a keepsake. I like to wear it in winter. It’s fuzzy on the inside, soft and warm. A good hug. Tough and frayed and worn out on the outside- I don’t have to worry about dinging it up. It gets the job done. I wanted to be the sort of man that felt comfortable wearing work boots and a denim jacket when I grew up, and I suppose now I am.
My stepdad died about a year and a half ago. When he passed, this old denim jacket of his was one of the things I took as a keepsake. I like to wear it in winter. It’s fuzzy on the inside, soft and warm. A good hug. Tough and frayed and worn out on the outside- I don’t have to worry about dinging it up. It gets the job done. I wanted to be the sort of man that felt comfortable wearing work boots and a denim jacket when I grew up, and I suppose now I am.
My stepdad died about a year and a half ago. When he passed, this old denim jacket of his was one of the things I took as a keepsake. I like to wear it in winter. It’s fuzzy on the inside, soft and warm. A good hug. Tough and frayed and worn out on the outside- I don’t have to worry about dinging it up. It gets the job done. I wanted to be the sort of man that felt comfortable wearing work boots and a denim jacket when I grew up, and I suppose now I am.