Collecting and dispersing the belongings of a loved one is difficult.
Who would have thought it was more difficult to go to morning Mass and catch sight of a familiar sweater, on the shoulders of an old lady who apparently shops at the St Vincent De Paul?
Mind you, I also was wearing belongings of Hers, shoes and perfume.
Not ONLY, of course.
All Souls Mass was particularly hard, made easier by passing the time during added-on "rituals" calculating how many days indulgence having to listen to a strikingly disneyfied version of Eagle's Wings was worth...