When my Nana was dying of cancer, she made a point of giving away pieces of all her beloved perennials in her garden to her kids and grandkids. She sent me home one day with a small pot-sized clump of daisies that have already grown into a big patch in the front yard, to the point that I'm ready to begin dividing them into other places. Every time I see them, I think about how much she liked them...and how she could not leave the poor things alone but kept dividing and dividing them constantly. Living mementos really are some of the most poignant.