Ramblings, rumblings, grumblings, and rambling grumbly rumblings.

My sister and I split my mother's clothes when she died. That winter, I put on a coat that belonged to my mother. I started bawling almost immediately. The coat smelled like her and in the pocket was some Kleenex (unused) that she always used to carry. And I carried that Kleenex in that pocket until it accidentally fell out. Yes I cried over old Kleenex and carried so I could be reminded of her. Hoping you're doing okay.