I Paid My Father $250 in Rent Every Month for Five Years. After His Funeral, His Best Friend Gave Me a Key and a Box.
Yet I recognized the same delight in both.
I had begun to understand something about inheritance.
It wasn’t simply receiving what someone owned.
It was deciding what parts of their example deserved to continue and what parts should end with them.
My father gave me a complicated inheritance.
He gave me a love of music, a suspicion of dreams, a work ethic, a habit of keeping my feelings hidden, and finally a place where I could unlearn some of those habits.
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