Today is my dad’s birthday—would be, if he hadn’t died this year.
I happen to be backing up some computer data and came across a large archive of documents that I took from his computer in the days after he died.
Going through a dead family member’s documents is always a strange experience, but it’s also a time for learning. There were no skeletons in my father’s proverbial closet, neo-Naziism or secret lives or anything like that. All we found was a shitload of credit cards, investment accounts, and backups of backups on his computer.
