She had been a bit of whimsy mixed with a dash of meticulousness and a coating of stamina and strength. Perhaps just like most women. Most humans.
It was hard to go through the little that was left of hers. What to keep? A piece of people that showed her excellent penmanship? A toy that showed her girlish excitement in life? The lamp, which felt out of place? Yes, the lamp. It would always stand tall and have her shine.
Mixed in with the nostalgia was her newly found desire to simplify. But she also wanted her son to discover bits here and there and wonder about the backstories. Leave a little bit of intrigue at the end.