As you know from last week's post, I'm cleaning out my home office.

To all you wonderful commenters, you will be happy to know that the buddhas and the African headdress survived.

Unfortunately, the gardening books didn't make the cut. I ended up keeping two.

The most valuable thing I uncovered while cleaning out the closet is a box full of written memories of my mother. These were written at her funeral. So, while I finish painting and rearranging furniture, you can read a few of my favorites.

This one is from one of my brother's high school girl friends.

This one makes me laugh. During the service, we'd shared that Mom never thought a clean house was that important. This woman wanted to argue about it.

...clean dishes are important!!!

This is from one of her students.

The next couple are from her teaching friends.

Chair Therapy

This is from a neighbor who lost a child.

This is from the daughter of friends of my parents. I love that she says "I always admired her calmness." I NEVER thought of my mom as calm.

"...hordes of people..." So True.

And this last one describes Mom perfectly.