Gordon’s dining room chair sat empty at meals. It had been empty before because of his involvement in school activities and clubs but the usual explanation, when someone called for him, was, “He’s not home.” Now, if anyone called for him, the reply was, “He’s gone.”

I realized the implication of finding it there, in the box, in the attic.” She hesitated, then continued. “My mother never wore it for him. Not once.” With no trace of bitterness, she added, “I bet that she was saving it for a special occasion.”

What these three ladies have in common is thin lips, lips that didn’t stop Bruno Mars ("...that white gold"), Brad Pitt and Prince William from proclaiming the beauty of these women.

And then there was you, Jenny. Keeping each morsel you bought and made for your children, reminders of your life that you could touch and hold. Living in this house, surrounded by a mountain of memories that remain after you are gone. Now strangers hold your memories in their hands...