My Grandpa died in the summer of 1992, when I was 15 years old. The only thing of his that I wanted was his flannel jacket. I still remember seeing him walk all over town with it on and it was funny how picky my Grandma was about how it should be washed. (woolite, cold water, air dried)
I've worn it to work almost every day for the past 4 years. When I'm sitting at my desk, I usually sit with my left elbow on the desk and use my left hand to prop my head up. And now I have a hole in that part of my jacket.
I didn't realize a hole was forming until it was already there. I'm gonna try and quit wearing it so much but I'm quite attached to it. I'm thinking of teaching myself how to sew so I can turn the jacket into a little teddy bear.