A Belt

I bought a new belt yesterday. I always think of my father when ever I buy a belt. He was a kind man and never critical. Any time he pointed out something wrong he did it without malice.

He was in the hospital the last time I was in New Jersey. Back then my presentation wasn't as casual as it is today. I used to actually dress up. On one visit he got me aside and kindly told me that I needed a new belt. I looked down and I immediately agreed; my belt looked like shit. I was wearing nice clothing and the absolute center of my attire was a disaster. I think I left the hospital visit and went directly to Macy's.

A belt is often like so many other things that degrade and you don't notice it until there is a failure. That belt was in tatters and I wonder how long I would have continued wearing it.

Since then I am more conscious about my belts. I replace them long before a replacement is needed. I thank my father for that final installation into making me a real adult.