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Guitars and Tombstones
Last Friday afternoon I was surprised to discover that my old acoustic guitar was in our living room. When I asked my son-who was playfully strumming the strings at the time- how it arrived there, he told me that my mom had dropped it off. She had apparently found it while cleaning out her basement.
I took a moment to figure out how I felt about it. I wasn’t sure. I actually didn’t want to feel any feelings about it. So I simply didn’t let myself. I quickly moved out of any potentially emotional space and focused on how cute my son looked playing my guitar.
