When we divided my grandmother's things, I had my heart set on a needlepoint flower picture that was always by her front door. My brother wanted a different picture, and my sister wanted still a different one. Because of our age differences, we realized that each of us remembered a different picture that had a prominent place in her house at different times. Then there were all the little gifts I had given her as a child...Then there are the special dark blue vases that hold yellow buttercups (jonquils) every spring. Then there are all the wildflowers every spring that she taught me the names to...