When I began packing for the move last month, I gathered a bunch of Mom’s stuff, mostly related to her death like the funeral book, condolence cards, etc, and put it in a box. Over time, it has grown to include things like her work ID, recognition pins she was given for being a veteran, letters she wrote, and the like. All of this was in a plain box, but last night, as I was going through some boxes, I came across a tin suitcase. This seemed like a more appropriate and permanent place to gather all of these things. Going through these items sometimes makes me cry but it’s a way of feeling closer to her, if that makes any sense. I miss her so much.