Now about this scarf. It has been in a bag since July 30, 2000. That's when I returned from my Mother's funeral. This was the scarf that the funeral home/make-up/dresser people put on her head since she had lost most of her hair during radiation therapy. The scarf matched her dress, which in turn matched the interior of the coffin. On a strange note, it also matched the glitter, yes I said glitter, that was on top of the lead liner thing that the casket was in once we got to the cemetery. Glitter? Really? How disco. The funeral director gave the scarf to me after they closed the casket. It smelled of formaldehyde. I hated that my Mom smelled like the things we dissected in Biology. And so it sat in a bag in storage until last week. It now smells like a storage box. Like a mix of cardboard, mildew and memories.
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