Friday, January 19, 2018

In memoriam

I opened the dusty banker’s box.  The box was one of ten that I had transported from a storage space holding the remainder of the possessions of my father, Roy Schnarrenberger.  I had packed his possessions into the storage space when I sold his house the previous year.  Now that he had died, my wife and I were sorting what we would keep and what we would throw away.