Pictures and papers - more important than $$ any day.

6 years ago, after my Aunt Doris died, I got a couple of boxes, full of paper and pictures. Going through one of them I found grocery store receipts, photos, newspaper articles - and the the letter. A letter written to my aunt by her brother - my father.

You have no idea what this meant to me. My father died when I was only 5. At the time I found the letter he had been gone 55 years. I barely remember him, and had never seen his handwriting. I didn't know he had such a sense of humor - and he was dying from a brain tumor. I sat and cried; I'm crying now.

You did good, Donna. Your uncle is going to be so very happy to go through those memories.