
Mine is this coffee cup. Of course given enough time I would also want to save my external hard drive and my trunk of journals. And the pets come above all material objects. But this coffee cup is what I would save.
I would save it because when I hold the handle I remember what her hands looked like holding it, and the sound of her laughter while she played a game of Yahtzee.
When I see the coffee stains in it I remember how her house smelled always of coffee and the woods.
I keep the obituaries of all my grandparents, my uncle, and a few other special items in it.
I miss my gram, some days more than others.
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