I spent this morning packing up my great uncles belongings with my Father.
Torvald passed away while I was at sea. He was very cool, living alone until the end, ninety six years. I wasnt very close to him, only seeing him once or twice a year, but it was still strange to be stepping over the stain he left on the hard wood floor. The carpet having been already been removed as per health code.
Packing up a life. How do you do that? It was a very good feeling donating his clothes, blankets and jackets to the local homeless shelter. What will people say or feel when they pack up my shit? Anything? Do I care?
Torvald passed away while I was at sea. He was very cool, living alone until the end, ninety six years. I wasnt very close to him, only seeing him once or twice a year, but it was still strange to be stepping over the stain he left on the hard wood floor. The carpet having been already been removed as per health code.
Packing up a life. How do you do that? It was a very good feeling donating his clothes, blankets and jackets to the local homeless shelter. What will people say or feel when they pack up my shit? Anything? Do I care?