Sunday, February 21, 2016

Sunday Morning

I spent the weekend continuing to help mom pack up her house - pack up memories.  I mentioned before that my father was a pack-rat.  It wasn't the things he kept.  It was the memories.
This little Arc Du Triomphe souvenir is a tiny reminder of the trip we took to Paris.

Going through things, I don't think he ever threw away a card we gave him.  Ever.  You never realize how something so small could mean so much to someone.

I'll be back yet again in a couple of weeks for week 3 of packing.  It's hard to see if we're making progress but we will get there ... Eventually.


  1. So sorry for the loss of your father. It's amazing the memories a little item can bring back. My dear father is a saver too. xoxo Su

    1. Thank you so much. The little things left behind are a comfort.

  2. I'm sure it's a huge job, but what a special treat during the process of packing to come across treasures full of wonderful memories.
    Thank you for your sweet visit,
    Mary Alice


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