After my sister passed I was only able to have a few of her things. The rest was donated. Not my call. Grateful to have what I have. I have moved on from that bitterness.
This stained glass angel actually has her name on it. My brother gave this to her one Christmas. I remember it well.
I edited her name off for personal reasons. It is in special place with other things that were hers.
Memories keep me alive, and you?