She loved Doublemint gum. You know the one, in the green package. It was everywhere: wrappers in the trash, unopened packages in out-of-season purses and in the corners of coat pockets. It littered every junk drawer we had. When I smell it, I remember cuddles at nap time and how she looked all dressed up for church. I remember her breath and how quick she was to smile, how ready she was to laugh.