I remember clearing out Laurie’s office after he had passed away, and being so agitated by the thought of the upcoming task that, in the morning I forgot my access card and couldn’t get into the office.  I had to go all the way back home again, and then return to the city, all for a job I wished terribly was not mine to do.  I found – resumes from when he was in his twenties, stacks of notepads and pens from hotels, boarding passes going back decades, trinkets and souvenirs from holidays, business cards stretching across 40 years, both his own and that of his colleagues and contacts.  And on it went, and on.

-31 October 2016

This post is part of the I Remember series.