Giving Away my Father’s Clothes

When Grief, Anger and Guilt Collide

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When my father dies, he leaves behind an assortment of items with which my mother cannot part. Mostly, these are objects he created: handmade vases from his glassblowing phase; ceramic bowls and mugs from his pottery period; collections of poetry from his chapbook days; a replica of the Taj Mahal built from plastic pieces so tiny they make Legos look…