I have been devoting much time to going through my late mother’s things. She was the last of my family of blood relations, at least those know of and it has been nearly a year. Cleaning out the trappings of a life when someone’s gone is so difficult. What to keep, what to sell, what to throw away . . . when your heart aches for one more minute of holding a hand, listening to their breathing in sleep . . . all the little annoyances become treasure when someone’s gone. But, putting away the bits and pieces of this life really makes us richer because it stirs up the memories and love we share and makes them grow firmly planted in our soul . . . for our loved one is not really gone at all.