“One more shelf and we’ll be done” Dad encourages. While not grueling work cleaning out Mom’s closet is emotionally draining. It took Dad five years to be ready, I know that I’m not. We are both a little wary of this last shelf, its where she stored her keepsakes. The home of her most treasured memories. We carefully remove each box and explore its contents. Several are filled with greeting cards, both store bought and handmade. Some of them make us laugh, a few make us cry. Another box contains trinkets from various destinations around the country. A thimble from