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As I am preparing for some prescious family and friends to come over for New Years celebrations I put a cream colored table cloth on my table, the table that will have..wait for it, the meatballs and beandip, all things that will stain the table cloth. I realized that this table cloth is probably 15 years old, and I've hardly used it, because I don't want to stain it. So Iv'e decided that's part of my New Years resolution, to use the beautiful things that I have. Many of them were my Mom's, who never used them because they might get stained or might get broken. Ladies, use the things that you love and that mean something to you. Nobody will know how special they are if they just sit on a shelf!

The only way for my new family to ever know who my parents were, is through me, my memories, my stores of them and through the items of theirs that are special to me. My Dad's guitar, my Mom's bells, ships and owls.

When my Mom died in 1988, a friend bought two silver crosses, and put one in my mom's casket and gave one to me. I have never worn it until this Christmas. Always worried that I would lose it. But really, has it givem me any comfort sitting in a box for 22 years? No, it hasn't. And when I die, I want someone, anyone to know my parents stories, and mine.

So really, use the China, use the tablecloths, wear the necklaces, play the guitar, let the memories of your loved ones live on.

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