My mom has been gone for 22 years. When I was a kid, I used to search for clues to find out more about her. I had photo albums, home movies and journals she wrote me but I needed more. Everyone tells me she was a saint, an incredible mother and a kind soul but I wanted to know the menial stuff: What type of pop would she buy at a gas station on a road trip? What made her roll her eyes? Did she leave hair in the sink drain? Then I found this. Something as dumb as a Sam's Club membership card made me feel like she was tangible. Maybe just like me. So I kept this card hidden away like it was a museum artifact. Whenever I fall down a hole of sadness thinking about how unfair it is for a 6 year old to lose their mom, how I'll never know if she's proud of me, how I don't know what her laugh sounds like... I think about her, as a 29 year old, just strolling through Sam's Club, peacefully, contemplating what to buy in bulk.