At around the same time that my father died (about two years ago), I happened to be in need of a new winter coat. I put on his winter jacket one day to go and get something outside the house. I never talked about it or really thought about, but I'm still using that jacket and haven't bothered getting myself a new one. It's not very attactive and has a couple of rips that I've mended with duct tape (grimace), but it just makes me feel better. Whenever I put it on, I think of my father and imagine having his arms around me.