This is Where I Leave You

by Jonathan Tropper

At some point you lose sight of your actual parents; you just see a basketful of history and unresolved issues.

You never know when it will be the last time you’ll see your father, or kiss your wife, or play with your little brother, but there’s always a last time. If you could remember every last time, you’d never stop grieving.

That’s the thing about life; everything feels so permanent, but you can disappear in an instant.

Our parents can continue to screw us up even after they die, and in this way, they’re never really gone.