Fortress Of Good Fortune

{{{{hugs}}}} and good luck! I hate that "it's the memory not the item" crap. I have an Avon bottle in the shape of a Siamese cat that belonged to a friend who passed away nearly 10 years ago. Every time I look at it I can see her and how much she enjoyed it, and exactly where she had placed it in the house, which was on a table she inherited from her grandmother and had other bits and pieces she cherished. I have a color pencil drawing of a flower she made for me, and from that piece I can instantly visualize her in her garden, in the gazebo a neighbor built for her, with all of her lovely roses. One small thing, so many memories. They're not just "things"; they're encapsulated history. {{{{{{{{hugs}}}}}}}}}