We often assign meaning to our objects, or those of our loved ones, because of the memories they may hold for us. I personally have always cherished objects belonging to my parents. No matter how ordinary or small, I felt that they were treasures that held some part of my parents in them. After my motherā??s death I found myself clinging to the objects she left behind and the memories I had attached to them. Faced with my parentā??s mortality their objects have become invaluable to me as if the inanimate things they owned are the only permanent pieces of their lives.