My friend’s father died 6 months ago. Sara* and her husband came back from Paris where they were living and working, to spend his last few
months with him and have lived in his large rambling house ever since. It was a
hard decision to sell the property and all its eclectic belongings and now she
is in the midst of a huge estate sale with the house itself having sold in just a few days.
I went to visit Sara yesterday and her emotions were palpable. She stood alone, surrounded by strangers who were poking
and shuffling through her father’s shoes and shirts, opening up his closets and
sitting on his peach leather couch.
