My father passed away a little over a month and half ago. For the past two weeks I have been dealing with the things that he left behind. Moving his furniture, going through his personal effects and cleaning his apartment. As I put the key in the lock for the last time, I surveyed the empty space once so full of my dad's voice, his laughter, his stories, his advice, his wisdom...now gone - forever. Again even more clearly than ever before I had that same thought...So little remains of a life lived full.
I cried, shut and locked the door and left with a sense of numbness and abandonment.