My parents are gone, but I still have their things. A plate, a chair, a matchbook, a sweater, an old cell phone. Something of them lives on in this stuff. Send a picture of an object and tell me what it does to you and how it makes you feel about your mom and dad, dead or alive. Then go clean up your room. Thank you
My Dad was a hardworking man who spent time building things and fixed up old cars. But he also placed an emphasis on education. Because I didn't do the things with him my three brothers did, we bonded over reading. He loved to see me with my head in a book. When I was older he encouraged me to read the newspaper and we passed a lot of time talking about what was in it.
When he passed away 20 years ago, my brothers took his tools and his car or things they felt had real value. But when I saw his reading glasses I knew I wanted them. The lenses were spotted and dusty and the velour case had a musty smell.
They reminded me of my Dad with a cup of tea and his head buried in some book or the daily paper.
I keep his glasses in a case in a special drawer. They look exactly like they did the last time he wore them; and the case still smells musty. Every once in a while I take them out and look through them and feel like I’m seeing the world and reading it the way he did.