Iturn a blind eye to a lot of things, but a recipe taped to the inside of a kitchen cabinet door will never be one of them.

When my dad died in April, there was a lot to sift through, literally and figuratively. I latched on to things while cleaning out his house that would be trash to most but were treasures to me in those awful moments. And vice versa. I didn’t save much, but the scraps I kept were valuable to my memories. ×

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