A former co-worker recently posted a picture of her mother and father taken outside their home with a 1950's Chevrolet in the driveway on Facebook. She was commenting on what a great woman her mother was and that she was now with her father. Seems like we tend to collect "things" in life--pack ratting away these items until one day we discard them when events cause us to "downsize", move or face a life change. But the "memories" part of our lives sometimes don't really come into focus until that time when we lose a loved one. Suddenly--we begin to scour our scrapbooks, photo albums, stored away boxes--anything to find our loved one's life story for the funeral, reception, etc. These family memories are all too often forgotten until needed. In my own life--it took on special meaning one day when we discovered an old super 8 video of my brother and I with my grandfather (i was the two year old in his arms). We had the movie from the