The Gloves

I opened up the front door yesterday, and was slapped in the face by an icy blast of winter. Backing up, I went to the closet and reached up to the top shelf for a pair of gloves. I felt the soft, worn leather as I pulled them down. The minute I saw them, I knew....as I slipped them onto my hands and felt the soft fur on the inside, I knew. As I raised my hand to wipe a tear from my eye I could smell the soft sweet smell of her mixed with the scent of the leather. I proceeded to go outside and get into my car. As I turned the key, the radio came on and Tim McGraw's voice filled the car with an old familiar song, "Live like you were Dying".
I hear you mom. I love you too