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  • On Friday I jetted to Florida to be with my wife.

    Her mother died slowly and was suddenly gone. Now there are jobs to be done. It is up to the living to settle the estate. The living are left to resolve the unresolved and take joy in moments of love. Everyone must say good-bye eventually.

    The objects no longer held by the lover of those things must be parceled. What things did she love the most? The love of things might have outpace the capacity of the home. But, bargains made with spouses are carefully crafted. Years of push and compromise create elegant solutions. Her collection was vast and diminutive enough to put in drawers and boxes. Small enough to fold, Small enough to encase in envelopes. Boxes from Japan, pottery purchased in Italy, photographs of the blood relatives, photographs of people who married the blood relatives, silk cloths with pictures of cherry blossoms, more stuffed animals than could be won at the fair. She had created a museum of ephemera.

    Unpacking and sorting the loved things has been the order of the week. This picture is of her closet was once filled with clothes, with boxes, with scarves from japan, trinkets from Italy... boxes of photographs, moments remembered, a life lived.
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