Gemotions

The weight of it all pressed down on him. John surveyed the chaos in the garage, the final frontier of his father’s life. The scent of old engine oil and forgotten projects filled the air. It was a chore he had been putting off, but now he had no choice. Hidden amongst the tools, he found a piece of paper, folded carefully. He recognized his mother’s delicate script. The list was short: "See the Eiffel Tower." "Learn to dance." "Fall in love." John crumbled the paper in his hands, the action a frustrated release.