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’s an investment banker who gambled on the stock market. When he was in the money life was bountiful with big houses, fabulous cars and great sailing vacations. When the stakes were down things would quickly change. He never let on when he was anxious. When I think about him I think about coins. Over the years he has given me and my siblings and all our children gold coins in cases, silver coins in plastic sleeves and loose coins galore. He’s always rattling coins in his pocket. Whether the markets are up or down, the cheerful sound makes me feel secure -- even when worried about finances. Savings come and go. Coins are permanent. So is the support of a father who would do anything for his kids.