packing up...

someone is over at Wess' apartment today loading up boxes. what a task. where will it all go? what do you keep? what do you donate? what will happen to his dyson? what about the beautiful leather headboard he just got? what about the rugs that he picked up from the laundry room where I saw him last?

I remember helping my mom clean out my dad's closet after he died. the memories that flood back can make it a daunting task. luckily my father was a minimalist when it came to clothes and shoes. of course, with my mom there was the added pressure - "you could wear that, why don't you take it?" - in most cases referring to something so old it nearly turned to dust when you touched it.

I can't imagine having to box up the apartment of a close friend. the things you might learn about them - things that were never talked about in life - things you might never want to know. of course, mostly you'd find things that make you miss the person even more.

the circle of life continues