Ever since I was little, I liked red dresses. That preference remained as I grew up and matched “my-particular-red”-dresses with the same kind of red lipstick for special occasions.
A few years ago, I found out that Grandfather always bought red clothes for Grandmother, because he too likes the colour red. He had a beautiful red cashmere scarf. When he found out that I loved the scarf, he gifted it to me. He told me he had three of them as an annual gift, and that he just got a new one which he will give to me. But because he will have to search for the new one, I told him I don’t mind this one; it does not look like it was worn.
I just found the scarf in my closet during my annual cleanup. 8 months ago, my Grandfather passed away unexpectedly. The man who used to sing me to sleep when I was a child; who kept all my pictures and toys to pass on to my future children. I didn’t even had the chance to say goodbye.
Now I look at the scarf and I feel blessed. Because this is the scarf my Grandfather used to wear. It is the most personal item I have of him. Not only because all of his clothes were burnt for the ceremony, but because it reminds me of him, and everything we have in common. Inspiring me of the good person he is remembered by.