Packing up his mother's lifelong treasures, he blinked back tears. The crystal wine glasses looked like doll dishes in his large square hands. He gently wrapped each one in paper and placed them in a box--where they'll remain, like a childhood memory.
Closing the Staten Island, N.Y., home where he grew up, says Richard B. Gilbert, was more painful than the 50-year-old bereavement specialist had anticipated.
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