Memories and So many things.
That's what's left.
There are things that I've wanted to save and keep. Things that have a memory or a laugh behind them.
This phone was on my dad's nightstand during my childhood. The rotary dial was stiff and i can still hear him say "yell-o" when he answered the phone.
I look at the phone and laugh because i hated that phone growing up, i couldn't wait for a push button phone. But when i saw it sitting in the closet, i wanted it, even though it has ZERO use.
There are things that i have saved from my dad's house and i might get rid of them soon, but for now i felt a reason to hold on to a few things.
I think about my own legacy. I hope people know how much i loved them, and maybe there's a thing that will remind people of me. I hope they have a favorite meal that i made them, and i hope they know that as serious as i can be, they also know how funny i am. But really i hope they know i loved them.
Memories and things.
That's all that's left after a life well lived.
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