1-800

Reality is that nothing you own goes with you. Yesterday my sister and I had to clean out my parent's house. The items that held the most importance to us, we kept. We had to call a company to cart things away. The truck said 1- 800- Junk. I said they should have re named it 1-800- Memories. Instead of things being carted to the dump, I asked the workers to say it was going to the "donation center". For the rest of the day, they humored me and said that. For some reason I felt better.