Had the sad task of going over to my grandparents apartment today to pick out some clothes from my Poppy's closet.
Now, he was a good dresser, so that part was fine. It was how empty it was. How cold. How quiet.
I turned on the Redskins-Bucs game and watched a bit as I sorted through the closet.
I thought of the countless Sundays past I spent there watching football, even until last season and how it has become part of our family identity.
I looked at Poppy's chair, empty, and felt the shivers go down my spine.
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