Carefully opening the box from my mother-in-law, I ran my fingers across vintage treasures: a 1950s sewing book, thread, and miscellaneous tools. In the middle of her health crisis a few years ago, she took the time to be certain that her box of sewing notions would be delivered to me 600 miles away. She had fallen in her living room, shattered her leg, and was immediately admitted to a nursing home. Her life's belongings and memories were ruthlessly cleared out in one weekend and reduced to what would fit around a bedside table and in an armoire.
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