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What is Left

I LOST some weight last month. I removed half of the keys I carried for all of my adult life from my key ring, and returned them to the real-estate company whose properties include the apartment that my family rented for seventy-six years. I used those keys constantly after I married, visiting my parents and younger siblings, then my widowed mother, then my brother, who lived there for the past eleven years and died two months ago. The apartment had to be vacated in a couple of weeks, its contents sorted, distributed, sold, donated, stored, or abandoned as junk. Seeing the cartons and large black trash bags pile up, it struck me that death might be the ultimate repo man. After the place was more or less empty, I gave the keys to the landlord. When I unlock the door to the apartment I live in with my husband, my now-lighter key ring cues a sense of diminishment.