Today I bought something that I really don't need, but that I love. It's something that lived in my grandmother's house for my entire life -- a magical object.
My grandparents were amazing people, whose home was filled with books, and all sorts of fascinating natural objects, and antiques. Due to family ugliness, I have have no idea what became of any of the lovely things that my grandparents owned. Some days I'm sad about this. But in truth, I'm glad to be free from the toxicity and dysfunction of that part of my family. Both my sister and I knew that my grandparents were the glue that kept our family from completely shattering. When they were gone, everything finally fell to pieces.
On this day, when we honor family, I'm struck that I had the opportunity to own a version of something that symbolizes my grandmother.
It needs a little work, but Robb assures me that the repairs are not beyond our ability. We'll make it work again.