My father, in summertime, wore this undershirt…After his death, I wore it as a camisole. He was my last close relative, the last relative who genuinely loved me…When I wore this undershirt I felt a closeness, a connectedness...This undershirt is worn, threadbare and much loved. In giving it to you, I am giving you something of me...I start fresh. I am joyful, ecstatic, excited about new beginnings...I feel "zaftig" (abundant in Yiddish)...Unlike the undershirt, I am not worn, threadbare. However, like the undershirt, in loving, I have become much loved.