My mother, Doris Lichtenthal, passed away on December 2, 2011. Her purse has been sitting, untouched on the floor of my closet since then. I just can’t make myself get rid of it. As her executrix, I did go through it after her passing, but it seemed like some sort of violation. Like a sacred shrine, it sits exactly where I put it almost 6 six years ago. ( To my siblings: Of course I looked for the red checkbook!! Nada. To my readers: That’s a story for another day.)
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