My favorite of all cancer gifts was a pair of cozy, fuzzy, yellow socks sent in the mail from a friend named Ginger. Ginger, I don’t know where you are or if you’re reading, but I am so thankful for those socks. They warmed my tootsies and my heart. And every time I look at them, crumpled and stuffed in my sock drawer, I think of you and how those socks are a testament to my survival. They are worn and dirty and the fuzzies are all flattened, which means I’ve had them for awhile, which means I’ve been alive for awhile, which means I am happily surviving the disease that prompted my friend to send me such a special package.
Four years ago, Ginger gave me my favorite socks. And for four years, I’ve been giving the gift of socks to others who need comforting. Need a gift for a special someone? I recommend socks. The cozier and fuzzier, the better. Click here to buy the ones pictured above.
