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A Pair of Shoes
It's funny how the smallest of incidents, when examined, have the biggest meaning. But then again I might be thinking too hard. Sometimes a cigar is really just a cigar.
I was groggy, just having woken up from a glorious nap when my son knocked on my bedroom door. "Dad, are you awake?"

"Yeah sure, I was taking a nap, come on in."

"How do I look?" he asked me.

With a bit of confusion I looked him over. Then after a second I realized why he was asking. "Oh that's right, the funeral is today." He responded by nodding his head. His friends grandfather had died a few days earlier. I sat up on the bed and looked him over more carefully. He was wearing mostly black and before I could finish the inspection he lifted one foot a few inches off the floor and said: "Just these sneakers though" then he glanced at a pair of my dress shoes that were laying in front of my closet.
"You want to try them on? Sure go ahead. He nodded and slipped one sneaker off his foot and tentatively slid it into one of my shoes. With a grunt he kicked off the other sneaker and slid it into the second shoe. He then raised his head a little as if in thought "They fit pretty good. They are a little bit big but not so big that they fall off. He felt them one more time then thanked me and left.