I'm in the process of moving and I forgot how much stuff one can acquire over the years. I've lived in the same yellow house with my sister for over 4 years and we have a big cavernous basement, so you can only imagine the boxes that stack up in the land of the forgotten. Among these boxes I found items that belonged to my stepmom who passed away from cancer when we first moved into this house. Unable to give her things away just yet, we placed them in the basement to deal with later.
Four years later I found her china plate set. I've unpacked them, washed them and packed them up again in a box labeled "kitchen".
It's heartwarming to have such a beautiful memory of her back.
At my new house I will sit on my back deck in the sunshine and drink tea with thoughts of her.