TPA 77 A Story

Something strange and sad happened today. No one died but a part of our lives was taken to the trash today. My dad and I sat down and discussed what chores needed to be done today. One of the tasks was to bring up some documents from the basement in garbage bags. My dad talked about the books and documents he had downstairs. It was a lifetime ago but it was documents that he worked on. My dad worked on computers for nearly forty years of his life. We piled that legacy into black plastic bags. It was a paper trail of printed documents, files, and books that made up his life. He told me he felt a little hurt by the action we were about to take. It was difficult to look at all his work being thrown out. Forty years of notes and highlights tossed in less than half an hour. As we dragged three bags worths of notes and books, I wondered when I would have to do this again. I have my own collection of notes that I'll need to throw out one day. If not me then my next of kin, if there is any, or my sister, if she's still alive. Then I thought how I will have to do this again when my parents pass. There will be more pain then. When they pass you throw out a legacy. Things that were important to your folks lose all their meaning to their children. And what story these things told of their lives is lost forever. I came over to my folks house to get a little comfort but it seems I'm just getting the blues.