in physical form. A 30-second story at the kitchen table can preserve just as much as a dusty box on a shelf.
So, this is what happened in the end
What happened was less explosive and more honest than I expected. My kids took what they genuinely wanted, left what they didn’t, and I finally accepted that loving my family does not require storing every artifact of our past. Some things found new homes with them. Some went to families who can use them now. A small, important handful stayed
