Hast Seen the White Whale?

This one's about the peculiarities of grief. I am, in the truest sense of the word, anal-retentive. If I can keep everything with me, every photo, every piece of paper, every bit of Bensonhurst/Boro Park trivia, then they're not really gone, b/c it's all in my mind or my basement.

So today I went over and decided to dig up some plants, b/c my parents had had some beautiful flowers. And I dug up some of the peonies, but not all of them (bro: I will happily share some w/you), and some of the irises, but not all of them. And then I was wondering: what happens if I leave some behind? What if I leave the azalea bushes and subsequently find I need them? What happens if I don't have a picture of something? Also (metaphor alert!) some of the plants have very deep roots and were surprisingly tough to dig up. I'm tired now.