Recently, I've been cleaning out a lot of things, and going through a lot of papers. It seems that I'm drowning in paper. My latest filing system is this: for financial records, if the taxes are done, toss it. Personal papers become more problematic though. I'm sentimental. If I had the space, I'd save every piece of paper that my daughter brings home from school. Intstead, I'm relegated to hanging onto a "representative sample" - whatever that means. All these masterpieces - how to choose!

But lately, what has brought me the most comfort is rediscovering what a true friend my little nine-year old daughter was to her Grandma. Chanti and her grandmother were *very* close. Chanti loved to do things to make her Grandma happy. On one of her more lucid days, my mom said "My favorite thing to be called is "Grandma". I love being Grandma." And oh Chanti loved her. I found a pretty handmade card with flowers on it that said, "Grandma, I'm so proud of you that you're going back to Senior Center! Love, Chanti".