I could definitely be accused of being a hoarder. While I know that things shouldn't be special to me, people are...and things that belonged to people I love are therefore special to me. Things that they touched, especially those that are no longer here, are absolutely priceless.
For instance, we have an antique table that I have no clue what I will ever do with it. It is clearly too small for our family of five, but I will NEVER get rid of that table. Just over a week before my father was originally diagnosed as being ill (although we didn't know how ill) he and I went antique shopping. This was nothing uncommon for us...it was one of Dad's favorite activities and I was always happy to accompany him. He found this old table and then his mother stripped and refinished it. So not only does it have the memory of our last "healthy" trip together, it has my grandmother's sweat in it. Andrew totally understands my feelings on this one (but probably wishes it was a smaller item).
My dad has many, many things that belonged to his father and grandfather. I believe most of them are in storage somewhere. Yesterday though, we came home with something that might be odd. In the process of cleaning the house, my sister walked in carrying a VERY old camera and an old glass martini shaker. Mom mentioned it was probably from the bar in my grandparent's basement. Stands to reason, as I never saw my parents drink (although I know my mother did, but never in front of me) and there was never alcohol in the house. Andrew has begun to drink martinis so it is actually something that we could use so I agreed to take it and my sister took the camera. Even though it's not like I have any memories of all of my father and that shaker, it's something that was important to him, and I do have fabulous memories of sitting at my grandparent's basement bar and playing restaurant. I am grateful for these and other things I have!
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