Of all the things that she had in her possession this has made it to her guest bathroom in her Wellington apartment. I wonder what is the story. I am open to the idea that there is no story. Just a whim. Something she likes.To me there should be significance to things like this. Things placed at the end of life should have meaning. Or that is my perspective from this end of things. In a way I want this thing to to have meaning. I want it to have a story. One that when told informs me of some important thing. Some event or person who has stuck with her through the years.