You. Good morning. Swell family. Becky here. The things I cannot throw away tend to ever and always clutter my brain. The things I could not throw away. Pieces. Fragments of memory imprinted upon my soul of times past and times to home entangled in chaos is how I feel when the clutter of memories is far too real. The things that I cannot throw away some have their place and some cause dismay. Sorting through can be difficult when everything runs together