I have to wear a suit tomorrow. I use to wear one everyday to work, but for the past 7 years I’ve gotten to wear shorts and flip flops. A few times I’ve had to pull out one of my old suits and attempt to fit in it. A couple weddings, a cruise, and, of course, funerals. Actually, I think it’s only been one funeral. Until tomorrow. Getting in a suit you haven’t worn in a while reminds you of how much you have changed. Around the waist, around the neck - but also in the mirror. You see how much different you look now compared to the last time you remember wearing it. Older. Or maybe it’s just because there is a funeral to go to tomorrow.