Been thinking alot about my mum recently.  Think it's because of Christmas looming.  It seems that the slightest thing can set me off.  Carols.  Sainsburys.  Decorations.  I realised that my memories of her can be triggered by the slightest thing and that no physical thing of hers, makes me feel as close to her as my memories do.  Maybe that's one of the reasons that I don't overly value possessions in the way that I do emotions and actions.