Dismantling
the remnants of a life.
Removing the
material possessions of one who lived so long.
“I’m sorry
you will have to deal with all my stuff,” she had said.
“It’s not so
much,” I replied.
“There’s
more than you think.”
She was
right.
More and
less. Perhaps there should be more to show for a life so well-lived.
But the
stuff is just stuff.
The
important things are the memories.
The lives
she touched.
That makes
up a world.
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