This is a picture of my dad in front of our home with his van and baseball glove (two things he loved). His brother apparently used to call this van the “pig mobile” because it was always trashed. My dad was always messy. It’s interesting looking back because my parents both ran their own physical therapy offices but my dad ran it in such a way that involved papers everywhere, files brought home, piles all over the place while my mom seemingly didn’t have the same amount of work (as an adult, I came to realize that she was simply organized and left her work at her office). Yesterday, on a walk with my mom, she shared how simple my dad really was; how going through some of his stuff she came to realize that he really didn’t keep too much of anything but everything he had was usually out, visible. I like to think of him the same way — he didn’t hide much of anything and what you saw was authentically who he was. Nothing tucked away.