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.