Chapter 066 – Henry’s Workbench
Chapter 66 - Chapter 066 – Henry’s Workbench
In July, I cleaned Henry’s workbench.
Not because it needed cleaning.
Because I needed proof that a life could be sorted without being thrown away.
I found old screws in coffee cans, a level with his initials, a note reminding him to fix the back gate in 2009, and a little wooden bird he had carved badly for Elaine when she was five.
I wondered if she remembered it.
Then I stopped wondering.
Memory cannot become another job I do for my children.
I placed the wooden bird on the kitchen windowsill.
It was ugly.
May you like
Henry had been proud of it.
Some inheritances cannot be sold because no buyer would understand them.
