We are on the trail of Mom's eyeglasses. We were led to believe at the funeral home that all of her jewelry, including her glasses, I thought, would be returned to us after the service at the funeral parlor. Unbeknownst to us the glasses were donated to a civic organization. We were hurt that this was not told to us beforehand. I'm glad that I pursued this no matter what the outcome because I believe that Mom would have wanted us to recycle them within the family. She really liked them and we went to great effort to get them just right for her. This may give me a greater feeling of control over a situation which afforded us little. They are also a reminder of a dearly missed soul. Her ashes will be interned together with Dad's on Saturday here in Montague. I'll make her donuts early Saturday morning I think.