Packing

I woke up this morning before Tony and Jaal and decided to do yoga. From my mat I glanced in an open closet in the guest room. The hangs a shirt Lev wore, its sleeve peeking out beyond my coat. It is a fancy shirt he wore to a wedding. It was
Tony's but he gave it to Lev. Lev loved to dress up.
Today Jaal and I will start cleaning the garage for packing. The shirt sleeve is just the tip of the iceberg of sadness.