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
When I moved to New York from Iowa in the 1980s, I never thought my parents would leave their small town to visit me. But after a long time, I succeeded in allaying their fears and they came. We hit every tourist spot. But The World Trade Center was our favorite – it was so majestic and we had lunch at the top with sweeping views of all the boroughs. I bought them this music globe and my mother kept it on her night stand to remind her that I was safe and in a great city. When 9/11 happened, she called and we cried, and I assured her I was safe. She said the towers were still standing beside her bed. This year when she passed away I brought the globe back home to New York. It's at my bedside now, and in some way it gives me peace. The Twin Towers are still part of my NYC skyline.