I have a bunch of them, mostly stuff from particularly nostalgic periods in my life. I get sentimental so easily haha. I still have this really old fleecy coat I’ve had since I started school. I’d never give it up even though it’s not my style anymore as I mostly wear puffer coats now
These are important to me as gifts from my sister who passed away a few weeks ago. She gave them to me when I was 8 or something, and I’m 36 now. They are supposed to be for good luck & improved studies.
Those look wonderful. I’m so sorry for your loss. It’s beautiful that your sister gave them to you so long ago and that they’ve stayed with you all these years. They carry so much love and so many memories. I’m really glad you still have them
One time I found the most circular rock I’d ever seen. About 2.5" wide, 1/2" thick, smoothly worn by the ocean. It was a pale gray rock with dark speckled pits. It was like a cartoon moon. I took it from the beach, intending to keep it as a souvenir of the trip. It never made it. It was accidentally thrown out in the chaos of leaving a hotel.
I stole that rock from it’s ocean view home and sent it to a landfill. It was just a rock and it tears me up unnecessarily.
I love how you described it. Honestly the fact you feel this much empathy for a rock says you’re a highly empathetic and kind person!
I have my great grandmother’s tea kettle. One of my earliest memories was at her house using it to fill the bird bath in her garden. I used it regularly until it developed a leak. Now it just sits on a shelf in my office.
My polaroid photo album because it has pictures of people, pets, lived experiences that made me happy when I was struggling with life.
And my Lord of the Rings Medal that I received when completing a work-out challenge from a company called The Conqueror Challenge. I was going through a breakup and was dealing with depression that time; depression made me rot in bed all day with no motivation to do anything. But I still needed to get my body moving, so I paid the company $50 to help me motivate me to work out because I wanted the medal; it has a really nice design and I’m a LOTR fan. Now, I view the medal as resilience.
I have an old tie from my late grandfather, that was part of his uniform while working for the railways. My entire family is basically a rail family, as I’m the third or even forth generation working for the railways. At that time, working for the railways was deemed prestigeous, it gave you a status and a sense of pride and public duty. Since my grandfather played without a doubt the most influential role in my life and shaping me as I am today, being the only person in the world always there for me, unconditionally, this tie is something I have to remember him, and also kind of a passed legacy for me to continue towards our shared professional passion…
Fuck it, I’m literally sobbing right now…
My grandfather’s chess set he used to teach me chess. My grandmother’s piece of coloured glass she kept on her fireplace mantle. The key to my first car, which I drove for 16 years before a tree fell on it during an overnight ice storm. My access badge to the old World Trade Center from 2000. My kids’ first baby teeth.
My grandfather’s scarf. He passed away in 2022 on Christmas Eve. I wasn’t very close to him, he had dementia for my entire life but I feel closer to him when I wear it. I freaked this week because I brought to a party and forgot about when I left but it was still there and somebody put it respectively on a hanger.
I don’t really have one. I moved countries a coupe years ago and did a very good purge on things I didn’t actually need.
Me too, and I really regret it.
My dad’s pool stick.
He struggled with addiction until the end. In the depths of alcoholism when he was selling everything to have money for it, he didn’t sell that. Even after the pool table was gone, he had no home, no money for food… Never sold it.
I’ll never part with it. It’s the thing that reminded him of what he had at one point. The life. The Business. The family.
An M1911A1 used in world war two. My grandfather passed it down to me before he died. He wasn’t the one using it, he was too young. But, it was given to him by a client as a form of payment (legally). He treasured it and eventually gave it to me. I don’t shoot it much but I do like to clean it. Eventually I’ll get a cool display with lights and stuff. It’s cool, a combination of sentimental value and historical relevance. I’ll never sell it and if I have kids I’ll pass it down.
A corner hutch from my great-grandmother.
A first edition “From here to Eternity” that I found in the corner hutch while visiting my great-grandmother.
A set of hand drawn and colored fashion drawings the previous owner of my great-grandmother’s house did that I found in her attic when I was playing up there as a kid.
Grandfather’s handmade metal spoon and chop sticks that he made in Korea during the war.
Louisville Stoneware Marine Corps decanter and cup set the my grandfather gave my parents when they got married.
My first Leatherman.
A small yellow teddy bear wearing a bib that says “My First Bear” that my aunt gave me when I was born.
And the list goes on. A majority of what decorates my abode that isn’t LEGO’s is sentimental stuff.
The last vestige of my sanity.
My PC. I built it and spend so many enjoyable hours gaming with it. If my apartment was on fire, it would be first on my list of rescue, followed by my g/f’s cat, then my g/f.
