Three Layers and a Brassierre

<p>On a frigid November weekend in 2012 I took a trip to Toronto Ontario Canada. My plan had been to catch a train hit the city and just wander about taking in the sights. I wanted a lost weekend to wander around to find something—just what I really didn’t know. But these uncertain plans took an unexpected turn when instead I hitched a ride with a friend.</p><p>I met an amazing woman named Gwen who was in her eighties and over the course of the weekend she shared stories of her remarkable life. One afternoon we were heading out and her family being protective as families can be gathered sweaters scarves and jackets and proceeded to try to convince Gwen to put them all on. Her response: “I’ve got three layers and a brassiere that’s enough to keep me warm.”</p><p>On the ride back to Detroit I thought about Gwen her life and the three stages of life—childhood adulthood and those final days.  Maybe all we need are those three layers not all those mountains of things just to see us through to warm our hearts our spirits and a brassiere to hold the memories.</p>