The only thing I have that belonged to my mum is this cardigan. She knitted it herself. It was her favourite. I hugged it a lot after. I've had it out of sight until just now. I couldnt bear to look at it. it is painful now to do this but I need to. It hasn't been washed since she last wore it. Now I shall have to go, I'm upset, I am crying. Can you look at something belonging to a loved one and not be upset?