One Slipper

My husband was rummaging through our files this morning, when he saw this envelope that his mom left him when she came over last Christmas. It had some pictures in it, official documents, and this – an old leather slipper from when he was about 3 years old. At the bottom was a note, written by his father, who passed away 19 years ago. It was both sad and sweet, and made me regret even more not having met him.

I asked where the other half was, but apparently, his dad only kept one. It didn’t matter to R though. One slipper was enough to trigger a load of memories.

It’s not made of glass, nor is it particularly attractive, but today, it was worth more than a thousand Manolo Blahniks.

~ by Sheila on February 22, 2010.

One Response to “One Slipper”

  1. oh my, this is priceless. you’re right it’s both sad and sweet. i love the way you photographed it.

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