I have an old licorice tin my grandma gave me. I didn’t like the licorice, but kept the tin. Inside, I keep some handwritten notes she had for me to be excused at school. I have a letter my granddad wrote in the 70s before his stroke.
I think I have a picture of my mother and I together when I was losing my baby teeth.
I have my grandma’s old jewelry box.
I also have a notepad my mother used to “write” letters to me. She never sent them, but I think she used that as an outlet. I cried the first time I read it. I had no clue that she felt that way. For years, mom treated me like an adversary.
Over time, though, she realized she’d made some terrible mistakes.
I also have her ashes, but I don’t think they count as a keepsake.
I kept the buckle my granddad had for his chained wallet. Pulled it off his old wallet and added it to mine.
I also kept my grandparents’ CRT TV.
I have a trinket that has my grandma’s name and the definition of it.
And… I kept my grandma’s engagement ring.
It’s the tiniest diamond I’ve ever seen.
And you know what?
To me it’s priceless. Beautiful symbol of my grandparents’ love.
~ J. Lyst
I also have mom’s pizza pan. Dad claimed he had lost one EXACTLY like it. I told him I was sorry to hear that.
…and suggested he buy another one for himself.
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