Started cleaning out Ivy's bedroom, which I aim to gut and convert to a new, guest bedroom.

It is uncanny going through the things of the deceased. His/her demise goes farthest from your mind, and you expect the person to walk in at any time and converse with you. I was touched to discover many of the gifts I gave Ivy carefully placed inside her bedroom and treasured. They are sure signs that she loved me as a father.