My dad never wore it that I remember. It was probably a gift from a patient who knew he liked fly-fishing. But when we came across it while going through my dad's things after the funeral, I immediately thought of my Sam who since his Halloween stint as a magician has had a thing for bow ties. I never expected to see him actually wear it. But yesterday he did, with a smile on his face and a tear in his eye.
I imagine my dad was smiling, too.