Left to the Ghosts

Have you ever had to clean out the home of a recently departed loved one? The place they’ve inhabited, their things, that once were imbued with life, vitality, meaning, that now seems barren, empty, abandoned. Without their owner the places seem discarded, lost, forgotten. As though our loved one simply vanished with hardly any real trace of them left. And after such long, full lives. You can almost see tumbleweed and dust blowing aimlessly through. The place now left to whatever ghosts want to inhabit this deserted space. If only there was a way for us to perform this task before we, ourselves, departed, so that others wouldn’t have to endure such penetrating melancholy.