Memento Vivere

Time and death are relentless.

A few years ago, we cleaned out my grandparents’ house. We tossed everything worn and outdated and broken into a rented dumpster in the driveway. We donated the stuff worthy of donation, and divided up the valuables — or what we perceived to have value — amongst ourselves. Cousins and uncles and sons and daughters and grandchildren carefully packed crystal glasses and books and…