Black and White With Red
Photos by Daniel N
The SC has been dabbling on the edges of Nelson’s desk and closet, going through files and memories and touching items of clothing. In recognition of this passage I donned the distinctive vintage houndstooth fedora that I found for him at an estate sale many years ago (one of his favorites frequently seen knocking around the city and recognized by all who knew him) and the long vest that I purchased for him at an antique market in Northern California where I was participating in a health care diversity conference. The vest envelopes me; its oversized essence is condensed with a belt! I tossed on a few estate sale touches of red, a few pieces of silver, and with a black background The SC marked the process of movement amidst his dear possessions. Now, when I see something that screams his name and out of habit I eagerly reach for the item of perfection, in midstream and frozen in time, I remember that he is not here to receive another offering of my amore. A closet full of offerings presents itself to me now as my fingers softly pass over the shirts, the jackets, the ties, the hats, the cuff links, the endless gifts that were presented to a regal recipient. This hat will always be with me, with its vibrant memories, a quirky and unique crown that I now proudly wear in his absence.