Back to before my dad and brother passed away. We would have big family meals and joke around and play guitar together. I guess I would use those slippers to go back and hangout with them whenever I felt like it.
They would probably be weirded out by me though because I would be sitting at the table just staring at them the whole time. Watching my dad and brother eat and crying.
I would rather be at my own home than any other place. Only home I have ever owned (own with my husband of course). For which I don't need any slippers because I seldom these days stray far from it.
