Tie

My Dad was sharp. He wore a suit and tie to work every day of his fifty-plus-year career, always crisp, always classic, always put together.

Nordic Boy put on a suit to wear to the funeral, and I walked up behind him, and he said “I’m wearing a tie from the 50s that used to be your dad’s- he gave it to me” and turned around to show me.

*heartswell*


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