last moments of a home

Thrift stores and Salvation Army stores, white elephants and estate sales, all are chock full of the remnants of a life gone past, often a life just ended. I find it sweet, the intimate intermingling of t-shirts, backpacks, egg-beaters, sandals and arm chairs of acres of dead folks with other people's dead folks.

Here is my grandparent's old condo in the north suburbs of Chicago, just before we moved everything out last week, with just the odd bits of furniture left over from 83 years of sniffing around this dusty old planet.