Anonymous
Bought a jacket at Goodwill last Saturday. Ten bucks. Leather. Looked barely worn. Figured it was a steal.
Got home and checked the pockets before washing it. You know, making sure there's nothing in there. Found a folded piece of paper in the inside pocket.
It was a letter. Handwritten. Started with "To whoever finds this." I sat down on my couch and read the whole thing.
It was from a guy named Tom. The letter said he was donating all his clothes because he was moving into a care facility. Alzheimer's. Early onset. He was only 54. The letter talked about how this jacket was his favorite. How he wore it on his first date with his wife. How he wore it the day his daughter was born. How he wore it to his dad's funeral.
At the end, he wrote: "If you're reading this, you're wearing my memories now. Take care of them. Live a good life in this jacket. Make it mean something again. -Tom, March 2024"
I just sat there holding this letter from a stranger who gave me his memories because he knew he was going to forget them.
The letter had his wife's name. Linda. And a phone number. "In case someone wants to know the stories."
I debated for two days whether to call. Felt weird. Intrusive. But something told me I should.
I called. A woman answered.
"Hi, is this Linda?"
"Yes, who's this?"
"You don't know me. But I bought a leather jacket from Goodwill last week. Your husband Tom left a letter in the pocket."
Silence. Then I heard her crying.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you"
"No. No, you don't understand. Tom passed away three weeks ago. I donated his clothes last month. I didn't know he left letters. He left you a letter?"
I read it to her over the phone. Every word. When I finished, she was quiet for a long time.
"That's so Tom. Even at the end, even knowing what was coming, he was still thinking about other people. Still trying to make someone smile."
She asked if she could see the jacket. I drove to her house that afternoon. Brought the jacket and the letter.
She held it. Smelled it. Started telling me the stories. The first date. The day at the hospital. The funeral. All of it. We sat in her living room for three hours while she told me about a man I never met.
Before I left, she hugged me. "Thank you for calling. Tom would've loved knowing someone cared enough to find out the stories. Wear it. Live in it. Make new memories. That's what he wanted."
I'm wearing the jacket right now. It fits perfectly. And every time I put it on, I think about Tom. About Linda. About how a ten-dollar Goodwill jacket became the most meaningful thing I own.
Because last month, a man dying of Alzheimer's decided his memories deserved to find someone who'd care. 🤍
These people aired the episode on showmax for a day and then took it down 🤣good thing I recorded almost everything and then my friend who was also a bridesmaid compiled it on her tiktok, link below... I'm so embarrassed omg😩
Basically according to her we did nothing right..damn
https://t.co/kRdDKzidai
Your definition is partially correct, but it still does not apply here. Your original sentence was not a list, so the comma before ‘and’ was not an Oxford comma but a Coordinating Conjunction Comma.
The primary function of the Oxford comma is to separate items in a series.
It never appears between two independent clauses. That is a different type of comma.
I think I just found the episode (the couple dressed in red?) and I am glad to have this back story as I watch 🤣🍿 Sorry for what you guys went through on top of spending your precious kenyatta shillings 🤧
One of the bridesmaids works in Bahrain. She had to move her leave just to accommodate the wedding. Another one flew from Germany. Out of the 6 of us I think I'm the only one who lives in Nairobi. We did not use less than 25gs on everything😂😂each one of us.
Oh and btw after the wedding and cutting us all off she went to some show "The dating Stories" and said some absurd shit attacking some of us indirectly😂
Throughout our friendship I'd always tell her jokingly, except that I wasn't joking "When you get married you'll be the man of the house" I wasn't wrong because right now, the husband is her puppet. Anyway after getting this off my chest I think I can move on now.😭🤣
@kitten_flakes Community isabout inconvenience, and being childfree doesn’t exempt you from participating in it. You don’t get to opt out of responsibilities just because you childfree. We all have a role to play in supporting each other, and sometimes that includes helping with children
@Kurlycheeks When we tell people to use reusable sanitary pads like Wabibi Pads , they complain ati they can't wash yet they are super easy to wash , don't leak and are super cost effective.