Homeless

I have a very old US army parka, may be from the 50s even. It was a life saver when i slept rough briefly in the 80s. So many times I have stored it or thought to bin it or give it the charity shop (but who would want it?) It seems I cannot get it out of my life. We are destined to be together. Someone will chuck it out when i die and wonder why i kept such a battered old thing.