seven christmases ago our tree fell...and i cried as i swept the broken bits of colorful glass into the trash...pieces of my favorite ones were saved...couldn't bear to throw them out...beautiful glass ornaments that my mom remembered being on her tree as a little girl or worse being her grandmother's...ones from my dad's childhood too...now just pieces saved in a ziplock bag...not sure what i'll ever do with them except to dream of finding a match at an estate sale unwanted by one family, but welcomed into ours...taking them home...giving them a place on our tree...turning them into memories of our own.