A trip to the attic can become an adventure in time travel. I am a saver. Yes, I admit it; I am guilty, I save “things.” When I leave this world my children will take my “things” and ask “why in the world did she save this?” as they are tossed into the trash.

I am so happy my mother was also a saver, because I would not have the memories she left me. So, to my kids, I say, “You will one day thank me!”