Secrets, heirlooms – and a lot of love
The hardest part is the moment just before you begin. When everything is where it always has been. Your father’s writing desk. The armchair by the window where your mother sat. The brass animals marching across the mantel, the pig nose-to-tail with the elephant, both, comically, the same size. Corner pieces of the jigsaw puzzle of your childhood. It took 40 years to put it together; now you have to rip it
