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Words, not objects, are vessels for our memories [Commentary]
Cleaning out the house that my parents called their own for 57 years is, initially, an exercise in futility and heartbreak. You walk a guilt-strewn tightrope. Should we keep this or that certain artifact left behind following Dad's death in March? Or is it at best another inanimate object that loses its dramatical representation? Might it best be remanded to the junk pile of history?
By Tony Glaros, TKGlaros@yahoo.com
June 11, 2013