Spent last (Thanksgiving) weekend with family and one of our jobs was to go through my mother's stuff and decide what to keep and what to donate. She had some great music which I rescued, and box after box of books. These sorts of things remind us of who she really was, how she thought, what she believed, what she dreamed, who she loved. Opening these memories was both heart-wrenching and heart-warming.

It is so hard at the time of loss to put everything in place, but the opportunity to do so later helps mend and heal.

Jerry, savour the moment indeed! I'm glad you know to do that.

Peace, Mooh.