Yellow socks were my dad's signature piece of clothing. For as long as I knew him, he wore them around the house, with and without shoes....a way for him to express independence, I suppose, and humor, and a love of life that ran deep in his soul.
Yellow socks. He took them with him when he was buried. As a surprise, I guess we thought, when he met his maker, who gave him this humor.
Yellow socks. Whenever I need to readjust my attitude, or see the real meaning of life, or find a way to get through a tough situation, I think of my dad. And his yellow socks.
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