One of the chapters in a book I'm writing is about her and her kitchen, food and garden. I'll admit that I cried more than a couple of times writing it, and know I will again.

I'm thankful my uncle saved all her cast iron skillets. I wish I'd been smart enough to ask for and save her old cabinets and tools that were in her shed. I think he got a bunch of those, too. Lot of stuff she had that I wish I'd gotten that either are gone or in others' hands and I'll never see again.