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Patricia Ricci

It is extremely difficult to sort the beloved one's belongings but it is part of the healing process. Soldier on and rest when you need to.
Kepp what you are comfortable with and do as Sara would want you to do with the rest. There is no time limit for the process.
I know as I did it 13 years ago and still have and use the tools etc. I am gratefull to have all the stuff left for me.
My heart goes out to you but be assured you did a good job.
Gramma pat


Maybe her sister Lynn is not just offering help for you, but for her. Maybe she needs tactile proof of her sisters love and her palpable and lasting talents. Maybe letting her in to sort, allot, disperse and dispense will help both of you.

I am sorry for your loss.

Lynn Ballou

Kind thoughts, Gayle. No need for tactile proof --- everything she touched just is a sad, very sad reminder of a life lost way too soon. Memories of Sara at 2 days old to 46 years old --- Pictures at an Exhibition. My baby sister and her immense range of interests. Only sorrow --- only putting one foot in front of the other because really, that's all one can do, right?


I have several pieces of Sara's jewelry and I think of her every time I wear them. I particularly love a pair of dangly earrings made from chunks of lava and silver spirals. I wear them whenever I have to face something hard or when I have to be a little brave (which feels often, these days). I love the way they look, their weight, and that they were made from something so special. I always think about Sara whenever I wear them - the part of Sara that I knew, anyway - I feel like there is a part of her hanging around and I like that.
There are lots of little bits of Sara everywhere. She touched more people than any of us will ever know.
Thinking of you lots,


Laurie --- That's so cool, and that would make Sara SO happy! I feel the same way about the pieces she made for me. It's like having her hanging around my neck, except in a really GOOD way, everytime I wear one of her amazing necklaces!

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