Passing the Torch
Moira was like a tiny mole digging through my wife's sumptuous clothes closet. Tossing clothes rapid fire through the open closet doorway, creating three large piles on the bed. One pile each for the Goodwill, the Consignment Store and the "Suits for Success" charity. I watched Moira's actions detachedly while sitting on the edge of the king size bed that I had shared with my late wife Sharon. Moira burrowed deeper into the depths of the large walk-in closet. Each piece of clothing...