In 1991, I made my first trip to Lebanon, Indiana, to meet my former brother-in-law at a now-defunct McDonald's. When I returned in 1997, the USA Today in the newspaper rack indicated that Jimmy Stewart had just died. Just like nobody lasts forever, on earth, neither does anything.
During the past year, my folks have taken it upon themselves to clear up what they regard as clutter about their home. They have helped empty at least one friend's house following a death, and they insisted that they don't wish to put me through the same nightmare. The thing is, they just started tossing stuff with reckless abandon and asked me for no input. This, after having condemned the families of other people for having done the very same.
Logic schmogic!! What matters to them is what they are trying to maintain, and that really isn't a problem. The actual problem is that they fail to consider what I don't want thrown away. They have offed pictures and trophies--only God really knows what else.
Nevertheless, nothing--no tangible thing--will last forever. Our carnal lives do not last forever. And I'm not really stressing. I just scratch my head and watch them save things that bear no sentimental value to me. I hope that one day they will explain why they do that. So it goes.
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