This takes me down memory lane...
After my husband passed away, which was almost 14 years ago now, I wore something of his every single day for a while.. often a shirt, sometimes some cutoffs with a belt... sometimes even... okay this is going to sound odd, but it's not like I haven't way overshared many times on IMDB, I might as well start doing it here too.... sometimes underwear. Cotton briefs, not boxers ... those ones that are called tightie whities I think ... [blushing]...
But I liked the shirts the best, because, for a while at least, they smelled like him... I liked that... eventually I had to wash them..
I don't know for how long I did that. Maybe only the first couple of weeks... but I do remember that for the first little while I wore something of his every single day. And then one day I was going through a trunk of his stuff... letters and photos and things... and I found a necklace I'd never seen before. It was a stained glass 'Greenpeace' symbol on a leather thong. So then I wore that every single day for about a year, and then, one day, it just disappeared. I guess the thong broke or something? It was just gone... as suddenly as it appeared. And I figured that was because I didn't need to have it anymore.
I still have a few t-shirts and things, but I don't wear them. My daughter does, occasionally. They are really much more hers than mine, now.
I do think that a dead person's clothing has something of their energy. Oh, and I have a ton of my grandmother's clothing. Some beautiful coats that were made for her by a dressmaker in the '50s, and a ton of cotton nightgowns. I love that they were hers, and I love the things themselves..