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    Letters | kindred spirits in grief

    A comfort to know she’s not alone in clinging to keepsakes

    RE “THE stuff that is left’’ (Op-ed, Dec. 16): Joan Wickersham’s column was a comfort, reminding me that I’m not alone in clinging to the tiny things left behind by my mother, who died 10 years ago. Among them are her handwritten reminder notes to herself and her wallet filled with expired driver’s licenses and old school pictures of my brother and me.

    But going back even further, I still retain a tiny leather pouch with a cherry pit in it, found among the belongings of my father who died suddenly in 1965. It’s a sweet artifact of something that once touched his lips, and that he must have saved rather than discard on the floor.

    Roni Jordan