Clearing the Cards

My daughter's sixth birthday is one week from today, and she has already received two gifts. I let her open one, as I suspected what was in it and I knew she would be absolutely thrilled. She was. The most beautiful outfits for her American Girl doll, Samantha.

But also with the gift was a birthday card. Of course. And now I feel compelled to take down the sympathy cards that have been hanging up for a month. I don't know where to put them, and I can't throw them out. For me, they finalize the book of my grandmother's life.