She lay in the hospital bed after fighting for her life. Such moments tend to make people reflect on things.
I guess she was reflecting on leaving something behind. She told me to write something.
This is something.
I've periodically thought about what I'd leave behind. I have a lot of clutter. Someone will have to deal
with the crap I have stashed away in the attic and basement. Sometimes I think I should get rid of some of
this stuff. Sometimes I want to get rid of all of it. But I don't. Why exactly do we hold on to anything?
I'm glad you asked.
I'll tell you exactly why I kept something. Or at least a share the justification I used to rationalize it.
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