Jara Nachbar

Attic Book

When you lose a parent, you know this day will come. And for me, this incoming task felt like pressing hard on a scar that’s barely healed. Yet, I have daydreamed about this, excitedly thinking about what I might find. Everything sitting up there, at one point, held such meaning. The child in me loved some of those items so dearly, and to explore them would be exciting. There’s also a part of me that feels the finality that comes along with this; dad’s moving, she’s gone, and it all hurts. It’s harder to look at these nostalgic things because of the weight they hold, the pain and memories that will arise. I dreaded this and also fantasized about it. I could hold both, I think.