I'm really torn about where to post this, but I am in great turmoil. My parents are in their mod 70's, and we are very close and always have been. The reality of the situation is that they are getting older and don't know how much more time they have left. They have begun the process of thinning out their possessions and as I am an only child I have first dibs on everything. Well tonight my Mom wanted to clean out her cedar chest so we went through it together and I pulled what I wanted. This really really sucks and is horribly painful, and I try hard to keep it together when I have to go through their stuff as I want them, not their stuff. There were a lot of really cool cloths from the 60's which I took as I don't really have memories of my Mom wearing them, but they fit and are really nice vintage suits, jackets and skirts. My Mom will never be that size again and hasn't been that size since she had me 40 years ago. The dilemma is with respect to her fur coats. I have always been against fur (I used to bitch when she would wear them around me), but she gave me several of her coats. These are very sentimental to me as I have so many fond memories of her wearing them, and they were very very important to her as she grew up in extreme poverty (food was an issue) and they represent security to her I think. Because of the memories, and the fact that even after all these years they still smell faintly of Chanel No 5, I want to keep and also wear them, but just touching them makes me sad because of the animals that were sacrificed. On one hand the animals are dead and are not coming back, and throwing them away is not going to bring them back (to make matters worse, she commissioned these coats overseas as they were endangered species...I know). On one hand I don't want to support the fur industry, on the other my Mom has worn these coats for most of my life and they are horribly sentimental - the most sentimental cloths that she has. I want to wear them because of the sentimental factor, but I am so appalled by the fact that they are fur. It's horrible and gross that they exist, but just wasting them makes the loss of life even more appalling. Getting rid of the coats is not an option. This sucks on so many levels and I absolutely hate it. Any insight would be greatly appreciated. Please no mean or sarcastic responses because I am very sensitive about this, and am depressed because I had to go through some of her things in preparation for her dying. Thank you!