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Lilly Lewis's avatar

This resonated with me heavily. I am an avid junk journaler and “hoarder” of memories. I have a sort of irrational (but in my mind, very rational) fear of being forgotten. Not only by others but also by myself. When I am 80 I’d like to look back at who I am now. 20 years old just trying to figure out how to do this whole life thing. I’d like to sit on my porch and read my journals and smile at the things I taped in there. The receipts, the chocolate wrappers, the pictures, the business cards, everything. They mean something to me now, and even if they don’t mean something to me later, this version of me cares about them and so I want to keep them. If one day I am laying in bed with dementia, I’d like to be able to read my journals and remember even just for a moment. I’d also like my children, my grandchildren to have documentation of me. Not just official papers stating that I existed, but pieces of me, my life, who I am as a person. I do not want to be forgotten.

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Sarah Rae Draws's avatar

This was so lovely to read, thank you. It really resonated with me. Something I think about a lot, is how special it is that I can flip through my great, great grandmother’s scrap book from the late 1800s. Touch a dried flower and a feather that she thought was pretty enough to keep. Read notes she wrote about birthday cards and what the weather was like.

She had a huge postcard collection that my Nan continued, each one has little notes about the weather and what some obscure family member did on that day. The everyday mundane is so deeply fascinating to me. It feels like I’m reaching back decades by touching the same pages she carefully curated. Imagine your great great granddaughter doing the same with your archives. Beautiful thought.

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