Hat.
The bright red hat.
The navy Adidas hat.
Coors light hat.
Carwash beige hat.
You wore it because you were embarrassed for people to see the little amount of hair you had.
Doorbell rang, you put on the hat.
You went to the grocery store, you put on the hat.
The door in the living room, the hook on the left of it was occupied.
We opened the door, all of them would fall.
I would get mad because there were so many.
Hats on the floor.
Just the way I ended up when I found out you were gone.
Two weeks later I realized the hook was naked.
No hats.
I realized my grandma had taken them out.
I was furious.
No memory of you.
No frames.
No clothes.
No tapes.
Not a single hat.
I was depressed.
It's like you never existed.
The day after my life changed, I started to wear a tie dye blue Puma hat my dad had bought me.
My collection grew, as I grew as a person.
I get asked why I wear them?
Honestly I just ended up liking them.
I can hide my face easily.
I can spice an outfit up easily.
I am me.
I have part of my grandpa.
He is in my heart.
Will always be.
Even if I never mention him.
At least he's "on" my head.
Haha, it will always be a symbol.
Never forget that certain times represent love.
