Whoever said, "If you haven’t worn it in 90 days, throw it out," never had a friend like Martha. Today, I found an old sweatshirt she gave me during our first year as roommates on Staten Island. It’s worn, with rips and holes, but as I put it on and stepped outside, it felt like she was right there with me. Memories of her laughter, her unwavering support, and the way she always had my back came flooding back.
Sometimes, it’s the simplest things—like an old sweatshirt—that hold the deepest meaning. Don’t feel funny about keeping items that bring you comfort and remind you of the love and connection you’ve shared. These things aren’t just objects; they’re anchors to beautiful memories and people who shaped us.
Martha, even though you’re no longer here, you’ll always be in my heart and soul. Thank you for the sisterhood, the fun, and the unforgettable memories. This sweatshirt stays with me, just like you do.
