"Little things" can really last.

I was putting on my dress shoes this morning, and I finally decided to write down what I feel every time I do this.
These shoes were bought and given to me by a close friend so that I could dress up for Nate's funeral.
Now, I'm not sure what "level of importance" my friend attaches to buying me this pair of shoes, but from my perspective, it's a pretty big thing. I remember the time, and I remember the gesture. Every time I scuff these shoes, I feel a little bit guilty, because they have such importance to me. They're quite high quality shoes, so I expect that I'll be remembering this for a long time to come.