My Father's Tie

When my father died I kept this tie. I didn't much like it when he was alive, but somehow after his death I couldn't let it go. I keep it in a drawer with some of my clothes and every so often I come across it and think of him. Today Murron pulled it out, tied it around her neck and danced around the kitchen. It made me smile and I kind of think Dad would have liked that - the grandaughter he never met dancing in his tie.