The touch of their clothes

My son didn't live with us anymore, because he was on his own and was involved in a very nice relationship. When he had died, non of his clothes were with us. I especially had a fondness for a bright orange sweat jacket he use to wear a lot. His fiance at the time brought me three large picture frames with pieces of his clothes in each separated geometric shapes behind glass. I looked at them and just cried. I was very angry. I had waited so long to feel his clothes, something he had worn and it was behind glass. I was overwhelmed with emotions and I know his fiance felt my dislike for her gesture. After I got myself in order and actually had his bright orange sweat shirt, I felt ashamed for reacting in such a matter. Now I understand it was given from her heart and I truly treasure it.