What a melancholy experience to go through Mom’s closet choosing winter clothes for her. The season has turned, and now Mom needs sweat pants, long sleeved shirts, sweaters, and winter pajamas. My dad and I by-passed all of the clothes that once defined her open, laughing personality—the red and purple sweaters with geometric patterns, skirts with swirls of green and blue—and went for practical, muted garments. I did manage to slip a bright red cardigan into the pile. I hope