I'm not a big fan of inheritance. I'd rather have people spend their money on a good life, and what's left is left. That being said, there have been things I've wanted when people I loved passed on. With my grandmother, it was these little Revere Ware measuring cup she let me play with in the bathtub. When we moved my grandparents, it was left in the cabinet like it was something no one would want. Um, no! I wanted it!
My cousin took the other thing -- a vintage clock with swinging boy and girl. I thought that was appropriate, since he was always in trouble for touching it. Well, he was just always in trouble. Once, he wouldn't take a bath, and my grandmother put him in with his full jeans and tennis shoes on. The look on his face was the best part. So yeah, he deserved the clock.
When someone else close to me died, I wanted her rocking chair because I used to sit in it and rock my babies while I talked with her. Unfortunately, the widower's new wife took the rocking chair, and I've never quite gotten over it. Just because it meant nothing to her. (There was something else she took that was important to another family member that she took, and I know there's some bad blood there too.) The thing is, if something doesn't have MEANING to you? Don't take it. It's such bad form! I digress.
Yesterday I was helping my friend move stuff. She has a house full of stuff and her mother was a collector, so everything is worth money -- so you can't just take it to the Goodwill and feel good about it. Some of the stuff she has to get appraised and get to the right collector. (That is a LOT of pressure!) Anyway, yesterday, she gave me her mother's rocking chair! So God replaced what the locusts had eaten!
Isn't that so awesome? She also gave me pictures of myself at cheerleading camp at 16. It really looks like my son Jonah in a cheerleading skirt. LOL
My mom told me not to bother with Christmas presents for her because I'd only have to clean them up later! Macabre! Nice, right? But I have cleaned out a lot of houses after someone has passed on, and it really isn't easy. Because you attach so much value and importance to what your loved one owned. But the truth is, in the end, it comes down to that special thing that you're attached to because of the person they were. That, and their handwriting. It's always so personal to see their handwriting after they've passed. Don't you think?
Ever inherited something that meant the world to you?