What is death? If not but a form of abandonment. The first step to recovery is acknowledging there's a problem so they say. Oh yes.... it is a problem. This continual abandonment. Loss. No blood. Bits and pieces of what was and will never be again. Manifested into a mountain of tangible memories. Old radios, WW2 memorabilia useless to anyone but you. Kept for the simple reason that it was all important to you. Hence important to me. Or is it? At one time I thought so. You and the ghosts of what was, belong here. I don't think I ever belonged anywhere. At least in death you know you have a permanent home. Your belongings and I have made peace. They will be resurrected upon the shelves of some other collector who will once again see the value of dust.
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