Yesterday, I mentioned that I categorize remembering my brother Greg into stuff and memories. Those two things are not mutually exclusive, as the stuff is intertwined with the memories, but they are two separate issues for me. So I started with the stuff. I didn't really discuss that initial need to go through and sort and deal with the stuff right after a death -- that is a separate thing entirely and usually waded through by a survival instinct.
I am focusing more on the stuff you save- how to use it, store it or display it to help yourself remember and to grow and heal. I have a couple of items made by Christine, a family friend, using items belonging to Greg. They are some of my most favorite things. They were made for me, and I can use them for my own purposes, but they are made from his things and provide the prompts to keep Greg alive in my heart.
Dedicating specific objects as memorial things helps me deal with the stuff. I do still struggle with it, and there are a few things of Greg's, or things that remind me of Greg, that float around my house from place to place with no real home, but I'm not willing to get rid of them. The number of things like this seems to dwindle slightly over the years, but having special things and a special place for some of his things is reassuring.
Do you have any dedicated memorial objects? How do you use stuff to keep memories alive?
3 comments:
I didn't know you had that bracelet or the bear! They're both wonderful. And I just can't believe it's been 5 years since Noah died. GAH time is going faster.
I'm really moved by all this writing you've been doing, Amy. Love you.
Amy - After reading this entry I am at a loss for words - I am so honored that I was able to create the bracelet and bag for you that help you keep your brother close to your heart. Creating these treasures for you and your Mom brought me peace and I am glad that they comfort you. Greg is never far from my thoughts. I think of him often when I glance up at my bookshelf at work and see his picture. Christine
I have actaully been very private about the stuff of my dads i saved. For years (even in college), I slept with one of his ties in my pillowcase. I have two of his shirts downstairs packed in an old dresser. In one of my storage totes, i have a perfume bottle he gave me when i was 6 for valentines day...and then i have a stuffed dalmation that he gave me one year for valentines day taht is stuffed behind my night stand...on purpose. I have his wedding band in my safe.. For some reason , i have always been very private about the objects i kept...mostly fearing people would think i was freakin crazy....but they do bring me comfort knowing they are there, even if im the only one who knows they are there.
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