Sentimental Value

My mother has always told other people what a sentimental person I am- I never really realized the extent of truth the statement had until a few minutes ago when I went to put on a sweatshirt. Now, I have about 20 sweatshirts in every color practically never worn, but what did i choose to wear? A sweatshirt that is literally a couple of years older than me. It's my mom's old faded- orange, Polo sweatshirt my dad bought her before they even got married. Softer than anything I've ever felt, I love it even if the sleeves are fraying! Trends? I could care less.



My dad is big on giving gifts, especially for special birthdays. We went out to dinner that night at one of my favorite restaurants, I didn't have anything to drink because I was on chemotherapy. He asked me what I wanted for my birthday. I told him, "your dog tags." He was a Marine in the Vietnam war. He said that was fine, but he wanted to know if I wanted to if I wanted the 24 karat gold plated ones he made, or the originals. Me being the sentimental one took the originals. The way I see it is: those gold ones can always be made again...



When my grandma died the whole family shifted. She really was our rock. It seemed like the family dynamic changed instantly. Some people got necklaces with ashes, some didn't. Some people thought they were grandma's favorite. Then some people thought it was their responsibility to take over her role (which obviously couldn't never happen.) Regardless, grandma didn't have favorites and left everyone what she wanted them to have. Having her watch is my most prized possession.





I think the story with me is less is more. I don't need a lot of random crap in my life as long as I have a few special things that I can keep close to me.