What remains after the death of my father.
My dad died in 2008 just a few days shy of his eighty-third birthday. He had Parkinson's disease. I had never lost anyone close to me before my dad and the grieving was miserable. Right after Dad's funeral, my brother, sister and I cleaned out a lot of my dad's stuff: clothes, books and papers. That's what my mom wanted.
I went back to visit my mom about a month later. So much of my dad was already gone, but a few reminders of what he had touched, written, worn and used were still there.