Stitches from the Soul

We are moving house soon and as I was clearing out my wardrobe I stumbled across my grandfather's waistcoat. The waistcoat had survived the previous cull of items that saw it's matching parts carted off to a charity shop. Why the waistcoat was not hanging alongside it's other parts, I don't know. Why they were in separate wardrobes is a mystery. I had been sad to say goodbye to the suit, but as I will never wear it, keeping it made no sense. I believe that sentimentality over objects is the way a hoarding issue lies, and so I had waved goodbye to the suit, knowing that I didn't need it to remember.

Then the waistcoat appears. And whilst the suit it previously accompanied would never fit me, the waist coat does. I take this as a little gift from the cosmos, from Grandpa himself, allowing me to release his accoutrements, but organising for just a little something to be left, something I can wear close to my heart. I'm wearing it now. It's surprisingly warm. His suits are all tailor made, Saville Row affairs. This waistcoat has no tag, this makes me think it is extra special, perhaps hand-sewn, unique to him, certainly not something I could purchase on the high street. It is in fact a little piece of him, stitches sewn from his soul to mine. 

How do you connect to your beloved ancestors? What items do you hang onto to help you remember and 'be with' your lost ones? 

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