Remembering him once again
Diez had to remember not only how to quilt but also how to scrub the shirts. The majority of them had been wrinkled from being stored for over a decade. Diez joked, “My father wasn’t great at washing sheets.” Diez spent a significant amount of time ironing the shirts for the first time in years. For her, it became a meditative experience. Her father’s smells were brought up by the hot iron, which brought back a flood of memories.
Remembering him once again
Little trinkets
When Diez ironed the shirts, she discovered small trinkets tucked inside the folds. A sticker given to Diez’s grandfather by Diez’s daughter was found in one of the pockets. Food scraps and clumps of pocket lint were also discovered. In one of her shirts, she discovered a dry plant seed. She turned it off and went back to work, just like she had with the other trinkets. The idea of this seed, on the other hand, plagued Diez. She resented throwing it away and wished she had rooted it instead.
Little trinkets