Joe came downstairs wearing a new pair of Nikes. They are very cool looking. They are silver and must be super fast. But we just went shoe shopping and I didn't remember us getting them for him. I asked Mommy about them and she told me they were your shoes. I guess he found them in his closet.
We bought them for you just a little before you died. You never got a chance to wear them all that much. They fit Joe great. You got smaller near the end. So even though you were seven when we got them for you -- Joe, who is only four, can wear them now.
I am happy for Joe. He loves those sneakers and won't even consider wearing the new shoes we just bought him. Even though he is in the shoes they look empty. Seeing those sneakers makes me sad.
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