family, of course. so setting that aside.... I love books . I can't say I have a favorite but I love the smell and feel of reading from paper. I have a hat of my dad's. It used to smell like him but has long sense lost it's scent. It is the only earthly possession I have of his. It helps me feel close to him again. I reminds me that someday I will get to hug him and listen to him and draw strength from his goodness. The old upright grand piano my parents bought when I was 5 years old. It reminds me of my mother's longing to play the piano. She never learned. But even in our poverty, she saw that all three of her daughters had lessons. I remember longing for lessons and feeling impatient when Holly got to start. In my mature years I look back with wonder on how my mother found teachers and hauled that piano from house to house. After we were all gone, she decided she did not need the piano as...
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