October 25, 2011

Probably the hardest thing I had to do apart from a childhood spent on the run was sort the analog mountain of old skool files (how old skool? most of them were kept inside a four-tiered, metal, fire-resistant filing cabinet) my mother left behind after her sudden demise two weeks ago.

Behold, the remains of a life in the revolution, in an unending advocacy.

And let’s not get into the things I found in those files. The secrets that parents keep hey? Wasak.

Morbid much? Still, it gets you thinking about the stuff you keep and how your loved ones will view you after you’ve gone and they find all your old tabloid copies.


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