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I spent the second day of the new year at work in my parents’ house, sifting through documents and creating digital copies that I uploaded in carefully labeled folders on a cloud drive that family members can access.
This project has been a long work in progress. Thankfully, things are shaping up at the start of the year so I can look forward to some fruition soon.
Aside from those documents, I hardly have anything left in my parents’ house—or so I thought.
On the surface, I can identify things that I have grown out of love with and things that remain in my closet and dresser for utilitarian reasons. However, when I opened one storage box after another, I felt like I unearthed priceless treasures that unlocked deep-seated memories that define not only who I am, but the persons I love and who love me in return.
There are photos, medals, ribbons, and certificates that I had while growing up. In some photos, I looked nice while others evoked embarrassing memories that my sisters and I could spend a whole evening laughing about. I could take the nice ones with me and I could discreetly throw away the rest, but I knew from the heart that they must stay. After all, those things are not mine; they are my parents’ treasures.
Then there are the private letters, journals, books, travelogues, books, records, and miscellaneous keepsakes that I had as a young adult up to the time that I left my parents’ home with Krissy in 2015. Those do not belong to anyone, but they serve as tangible connections to my younger self.
Lastly, there is a special chest where all of Krissy’s memorabilia are kept, starting with the first few weeks of her life within me and the love that let her be. Inside are ultrasound films, baby books, Krissy’s early art works and love letters, her first nail clippings, and so much more. I choose to keep them in my parents’ house because it is Krissy’s first home, the place where Krissy grew her roots. It will always be her home, our home, and the place that we will seek when we get lost.