When my Mum was getting more frail with Alzheimer's she really felt the cold.
I had a set of five pairs of knee length socks that are cosy without being too thick and bulky, so I bought her a set of five as well.
Her carer said they were just the job, really liked them and dressed Mum in a pair every day.
Mum died at home and was taken to the funeral parlour.
Afterwards I sorted some of her clothes drawers and brought those socks home with me.
Some time later I noticed there were only nine pairs and wondered why.
Then I realised Mum would have been wearing the missing pair when her body was taken from the house.
I felt a connection and found this quite comforting.
Strange how little things affect us.
I deserve a round of applause!