Anne, finally getting to some of the reading I wanted to do over the holiday season, and I love this piece. It really resonates with my box-logging of all my old journals, diaries, notes-to-self, and how though I don’t look at them I feel some sense of comfort that they are “there” — there being the basement. I am grateful you are writing about your father’s death, and I look forward to continuing to read all that you write. Happy new year to you, happy writing that is good for all of us who read you.