1 year ago
Last edited at 10:28PM on 4/11/2013
I found out my Dad was sick, so made a trip to see him. (He lived about 4 hours from me). He was going through some of his stuff at the time because he knew he was going to die. He tried and tried when I was younger to get me to read Dean Koontz. Which was his favorite author. When he gave me the book, I said, "Dad, I don't like Dean Koontz, and you're not going to die so stop giving away all your stuff". He sort of huffed at me and put the book back in the box. I'd say about 6 months after this visit, he passed away. I attended his funeral and afterwords my family invited me back to his place to go through his things. I didn't want anything he had. Not to mention how hard it was to go back to his house. (crying) Anyways, a few months after his funeral I get a package in the mail. With a bunch of pictures and this "Frankenstein" book that my Dad kept trying to get me to take. The book still has his book marker, (a paperclip), at the spot he last read.
My most prized possession is a butterfly charm bracelet that my grandma gave me right before she passed away at the time I had self harm problems and she was one of the only people who I could talk to about it and she gave me the because she new that i was using the butterfly project to recover and she new she was going to pass away soon and she didn't want me to fall back into depression after she passed away.
My mother would often tell me about her most prized possession.A gold pendant given to her on her wedding day by my father.Three years ago when my mother passed away,I couldn't be there to say goodbye( due to circumstances beyond my control) and thus never had any sort of closure. Last year my father gave me a tiny box my mother had left for me.In it was her pendant and a letter.She expressed how sad she was that she couldn't say goodbye but saw it as a blessing as well because that wasn't the memory she wanted me to have of her and ended by advising me to live life so that I will be missed.The letter and pendant are my most prized possessions.
My pictures of friends that I thought would last for a life time, but didn't and of my cousin who I always thought would never leave me, but she did and I can't see her until three years have passed by....
My intellect, for I have a lot of memory capacity. Both of my parents were analysts. So, yeah, I'ld feel like I was missing something should I ever get amnesia. That would be a nightmare for me, seriously. Learning comes easy to me...
Why, I would feel deprived and cursed without as much as I know.