What We Leave Behind
Reading Time: 10 minutesWhat we leave behind Over the last two-or-so years, I’ve had more reasons to think about memory than I ever expected. I lost my mother. I lost my father. I lost one of my closest friends. And in other ways, I lost people who were still alive. I don’t mention that because I want sympathy. I’m mentioning it because it changed the way I look at things. Photographs that I once barely noticed became important. Old files I’d forgotten existed…