Making marks on life's door frame - Rob Felt

There are marks on a doorframe in a house in northeast Ohio that chronicle every inch I grew for the first 18 years of my life. In a few months, someone who I've never met before will move into that house, strip everything down to repaint, and erase the only mark that proves I was ever there.

My grandparents moved into an assisted living facility a year ago, and slowly began the process of giving away, selling off and throwing out everything that they couldn't move with them into their small apartment. As this process neared completion, the house was put up for sale.