My mother passed away in March 2007. Very sad for the entire family. She was 85 years old with Alzheimer's in full grip of her life. Most of the family(to include our mother) lives in California. Were I not affiliated with the military in one form or another, so would I. As it is, I live in Texas. No one else in the family wanted the cedar chest. It is not the great family heirloom passed down from generation to generation nor a beautifully crafted piece of furniture. One of my older brothers made it in wood shop class in high school probably for a mothers day gift. As furniture goes, it is plain, simple, and a bit on the ugly side. But my mother loved it as any mother loves something that one of her children makes for their mother. She dutifully saved many "gifts" from all of us. She even saved the shoe I stole from her closet and glued macaroni all over it for a school project - probably a mother's day gift. So I had to save the chest. It now sits in my sewing room with junk piled in it and on it while I adjust to having a large piece of my mother here in my home. I miss my mother terribly and having her cedar chest gives me great comfort. Were this a real letter it would be difficult to read as the tears for my mother would dot the page and my handwriting would be shaky as I think of her and all the wonderful and selfless things she did for me and my siblings as we grew up and lived the lives she hoped we would be able to live.