There is an unsettling time after the death of a loved one during which inanimate possessions become unmistakably alive—more alive, in fact, than the person to whom they once belonged. I experienced this last October when, over a 10-day period of home hospice care, my mother went from being a familiar, though very ill, presence, to an entirely alien absence. A week later, I was expecting a rush of emotions when I sorted through those possessions that were most emblematic of her and was confused by the fact that I felt practically nothing as I made piles to throw away, give away or keep myself. What I wasn’t prepared for was my reaction to the random array of everyday objects that populated her side of the bathroom vanity. This story is from Kinfolk Issue Twenty-One Buy Now Related Stories Interiors Issue 41 A Home in Arles François Halard built his reputation on photographing other people’s homes. Now, he’s turned the lens on his own interior. Design Interiors Issue 38 At Work With: Green River Project Aaron Aujla and Ben Bloomstein switched lanes from art to design, and found their true calling as outsiders in the world of interiors. Interiors Issue 29 Xavier Corberó At the edge of Barcelona, an anomaly: a sculptor’s labyrinthine home. Interiors City Guide Finn Juhl’s House A masterpiece of Danish Modern design on the outskirts of Copenhagen. Interiors Home Tour: Antwerp Historic Architect Nicolas Schuybroek takes us inside his latest project, a 19th-century house in the historic district of Antwerp, Belgium. Interiors The Kinfolk Home: Miquel Alzueta and África Posse Delve inside a home located at the foot of Mt. Tibidabo, Spain.