I must be ruthless. If I could, I’d keep all of Mom’s stuff, but I haven’t room in my tiny apartment. The hardest thing is the pictures. I gingerly pick up and look at a few: Mom as a baby, on prom night, as a bride, holding me in my first seconds of life. I’ve digitized the photos I want to keep, but what to do with the physical copies? No one else wants them, but how I can I just throw them in the trash? How can I discard Mom’s life?
