It will be strange though, to no longer have a place to go back to which is full of my mother's things.  She loved her things.  My parents have moved around a lot in their lives, so we as a family don't have a family home as such.   What I didn't realise until now is that my mother's things were our family home.  She was like a turtle and carried what mattered to her with her wherever she went.  But as I said to one of my sisters, she no longer needs them now.