Nov 11, 2021
6 min read
The Endless Rituals of Preparing for the End of My Father’s Life
It seems I’ve danced these steps so many times
I stood in front of my recycle bin for at least five minutes today, tossing out one page after another, items I had cleared out of my 79-year-old father’s file cabinet. He said he didn’t need them anymore. Twenty year old Christmas cards. Letters from his high school friends in…
