To her, they were just clothes in her closet, some still with the price tags on them, unworn, but the plan was that she would be well one day and she'd have a new outfit to wear to celebrate in.

To me, they are memories of her. I couldn't keep all of them, but I kept enough. There's the aqua sweater with an ovarian cancer pin on it. There's the jacket that matches almost everything I own (she was a "winter" too). Everything that has a pocket has a small, clean kleenex in it. Some even smell like her perfume.

When I want to be close to her, I carefully pick one out of my closet to wear, and inevitably, I get a compliment..."that color looks good on you."

To her, they were just clothes in her closet. To me, they are her clothes in my closet.