My Dad liked accessories. Cufflinks, rings, watches, tie clips, etc. One of the things that happened when he died was that I was the one that took off his last remaining piece of jewelry. The rest had been removed over time due to medical procedures or just by virtue of things no longer fitting correctly. But after he died, he still had this one ring on. I took it off of him, and because he always wore it, there was no 'place' for it.
I have worn it ever since.
These trinkets, these little things, he had quite a few of them. Slowly some of them are finding new homes. Some people really want these mementos, some people know they are just things, and there's the in between, like me, where I know he's not in the ring, but it still means something. It triggers memories (good ones), and it does make me feel closer to him in a way.
All of these mementos do seem to matter in the end. Things that I didn't really think about while on his person, but they strike up vivid memories of him when I look down and see something so simple as a ring, a watch, in my possession. It's reminder that he is no longer here, and yet always here, all at once.
The little things become the big things, because they have become the only things. Except for the memories... and the little things that keep the memories alive, I want to keep those close to me.
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