“At the end of life, at the end of YOUR life, what essence emerges? What have you filled the world with? In remembering you, what words will others choose?” ~Amy Rosenthal Most people believe sorting through a loved one’s belongings after death provides closure.
For me, it provided an existential crisis. After glancing at the angry sky in my father’s driveway for what seemed like hours, I mustered up the courage to crack open the door to the kitchen.
The eerie silence stopped me in my tracks. Wasn’t he cooking up a storm in this cluttered kitchen just a few days ago? I started with the mounds of clothes and cuddled them gently before pitching them.
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