This blue Tommy Bahama sweater has accompanied me on three trips around the world. It’s been by my side and on my back in dozens of countries and has traveled hundreds of thousand of miles. It’s kept me warm as far north as Iceland and as far south as Ushuaia.
Sadly, it has reached the end of the road. This threadbare knitwear has become tattered and torn. Faded and frayed. Ratty and ragged. Shapeless and shabby.
We were forced to put it down today. But rest assured, we were with it at the end, holding it closely, and making sure it knew that it was loved.
Farewell, my friend. We know you’re in a better place now.
If the Salvation Army can be considered a better place.