I remember the faded blue dressing gown my mother used to wear in the mornings when she had her first coffee and cigarette for the day. It’s one of my strongest memories of her, and in some ways my memory has distorted to where she always had that dressing gown, and always wore it, every morning, from when I was born until I was twenty-six and she was dead. I think that after she died my youngest sister took ownership of it and packed it into a vacuum bag for protection, but I don’t know for sure.
-12 March 2017
This post is part of the I Remember series.