Praise then darkness, and creation unfinished

We have a filing cabinet that my mother passed on to us when she moved to England (more than 20 years ago). I've been going through, and mostly discarding, the old papers in their.

Today, under a spiral notebook that I think I used to do tax calculations sometime in the 1990s, I found an envelope from Chemical Bank (which merged with something else ages ago). Addressed to my father (my parents separated in 1985, and my father died several years ago). At the address we moved out of in late 1981.

I decided that could go in the recycling bin without being shredded.