A Special Occasion
~Author Unknown~

My brother-in-law opened the bottom drawer of my sister's bureau and lifted
out a tissue-wrapped package. "This," he said, "is not a slip. This is
lingerie." He discarded the tissue and handed me the slip. It was
exquisite; silk, handmade and trimmed with a cobweb of lace. The price tag
with an astronomical figure on it was still attached. "Jan bought this the
first time we went to New York, at least eight or nine years ago. She
never wore it. She was saving it for a special occasion. Well, I guess
this is the occasion."

He took the slip from me and put it on the bed with the other clothes we
were taking to the mortician. His hands lingered on the soft material for
a moment, then he slammed the drawer shut and turned to me. "Don't ever
save anything for a special occasion. Every day you're alive is a special
occasion."

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