I wore my friend's shoes today
I put on a pair of shoes left to me by my friend a few months ago today. We were the exact same size.
They aren't really extraordinary - just black leather wedge boots. She never wore them. She bought them two days before her car skidded on an icy road and rolled over. I gave the shoes, thinking that her mom and dad could take them to the funeral home along with her favorite black sequin dress, but they hated the idea of her lying in her casket with the boots on, scuffing satin. We buried her barefoot.
I just had a typical Sunday. Ran some errands, putted around the city, went to a cafe. But for the first time since the funeral I have a sense of closeness to my friend. Some evidence in my heart that she's still around. I'm glad I could walk a few miles in her shoes.
Kinda weird but if it helped you in your grief that's all that matters.