Today was a milestone: it was the first time I let some of granny’s things go since her passing. When a friend mentioned that she needed a black or brown purse to carry to work, I rambled through my collection of purses and settled upon a brown purse I had bought for granny while in Paris a few years ago. The purse still contained a safety pin that granny had pinned inside. “Aww, this one belonged to my granny,” I said nostalgically. “Let me see if I can find something else for you,” I added, intending to keep the purse. But, I couldn’t find another purse as fitting as that one. “I think this is the one,” I told her. “Are you sure you want to give it away,” she asked. I held it up and looked at it again. After handing it to my friend and taking it back several times, I finally said, “My granny is not in this purse. My granny is not this purse, so take it.” I then handed the purse to her. After she left with some more of granny’s things, sadness overcame me – but only briefly. This is what granny would have wanted, and she is not her things. We cannot keep everything that belonged to our deceased loved ones. And we cannot make room for the new, if we do not let go of the old and make room.