Yesterday marked the one year anniversary of my beloved brother-in-law's, Mike's, suicide. It was difficult to know how to commemorate at first.
Mike's favorite quote ended with "...may you dance among the stars."
Two helium balloons, one red and one silver, both stars, took the trip to his last apartment with me. As I entered the office to explain what I wanted to do, the girl rubbed her arms: "This is giving me chills." She was the employee who filled out the forensic disclosure for the company, so that future residents would be informed that someone had died in that dwelling, as is the requirement for California law.
On top of that, this sweet young woman told me, she had just hung up with a woman who had signed a lease for THE VERY SAME APARTMENT, and was discussing her plans for moving in. Literally, the girl was on the phone with this woman when I walked in the door.
The apartment is currently empty. Another time, I will tell of how Mike was honored there - but, waiting for me, I think, at his doorstep, was the glove below. And, a short distance away, the telephone was found just outside my car door.
It seems a fitting memento mori, rememberance; and now, it is a found sculpture.