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The Things I Keep

It probably would not surprise you if I told you that I see something every day that reminds me of Charlotte. If you were to come into our house, you would sense her presence: in photographs, pieces of artwork, a few remaining toys.  There are many ways in which her spirit remains in our home.

Most of her clothes are now gone, passed along to other little girls who love all things pink and purple.I have kept a few select t-shirts and outfits that carry sentimental attachment. 

I still have most of her blankets and many of her stuffed animals. I have all of her books. I can't get rid of books. 

Her room looks much as it did before she died. The Tinkerbell comforter sits on the bed. The balloons we collected each year on her birthday are still attached to the wall. In place of a six-year-old's toys and clothes, my daughter's room holds supplies for our Foundation: t-shirts, marketing materials, swag.  

All of these items seem natural to keep. I have noticed, however, that there are random bits of Charlotte that I need to hold on to. These are things that I could get rid of. Perhaps maybe I should get rid of them. I never would have believed that these items would carry any kind of sentimental attachment. Despite all logic, these are the things I keep:

Exhibit A: The sharps container
This was the depository for all of the needles that went into Charlotte's port when we had to administer various medicines in those final days. The container was supplied by Noah's Children in November of 2009. It was placed on top of the refrigerator. It never left. I have thought many times of disposing of the container. It reminds me of her bravery.

Exhibit B: The potty chair
I justify keeping this item because it serves a double function as a stool (when the lid is down, of course). There is no rational reason for keeping this in my house right now. We have no children. We don't have a lot of toddler visitors. Charlotte didn't even use that potty chair after she was around 3 years old. Yet it stays there. In "her" bathroom.

Exhibit C: The pony phone
Charlotte asked for the pony phone for her 4th Christmas. It was the first time she had ever asked for a specific item from "Santa". She started asking for this pony phone in October. I believe we had to order it by mail because they didn't offer it in the store. 

The ^$#%$^ Pony. Phone! 

Santa brought the Pony Phone in Christmas 2008. Charlotte couldn't have been happier. We have the whole "reveal" on video and her reaction is quintessential Charlotte ("Oh mommy! A pony phone! It's what I always wanted!"). I watch that video and think of the huge tumor that was growing inside her head at that very moment. One short month later, we found ourselves deep in the world of brain cancer. As far as I'm concerned, that's the last Christmas we had with our daughter. I think I will always keep the Pony Phone.

Exhibit D: The lunch box
When we went to Disney, one of the generous people in our Network gifted Charlotte with a Tinkerbell backpack and lunchbox set for our travels. We used the backpack throughout Disney World and it still has a special place in her room. When I went back to work, I started carrying my lunch in the lunchbox. Sometimes I would get funny looks from people who didn't know better ("Ha ha! Cute little lunchbox you have there!").  If they only knew the whole story. With almost two years of wear, the lunchbox has seen better days. Tonight, I decided to go to Target and buy a new lunchbox. I needed something that carried Charlotte's spirit. The penguin spoke to me. 

I continue to say this, but grief is a funny thing. Sometimes it's the littlest things, the most unexpected things, the seemingly mundane household objects, that pull at your heart.

These are the things I keep.


  1. Love your posts, love your blog, love you. Thanks for keeping it real. You rock.

  2. Rachel I too love your blog you definitely keep it real! Thank you!

    Hope you are well


  3. Perfect post! I'm not sure how I missed it. Glad Richmond Mom sent me to check it out.

  4. I read parts of this post with my children. They liked the pony phone and the sharps box.

    And of course, they like seeing Charlotte!

    {hugs} to you

  5. you got me on the pony phone. My goodness. Hugs.

  6. I love reading your blog! I have read this post before & it always gets to me. You & Roger are amazing people. I hope that your vacation is wonderful!

  7. your post got me think again,that how precious my two little girls are and I sometimes don't seem to appreciate that enough. thank you and hugs

  8. your post got me think again,that how precious my two little girls are and I sometimes don't seem to appreciate it enough. Oh god that potty chair, that Tinkerbell lunchbox,reminding me of just the two things I have been looking for my little one these day( which is the reason i bumped to this blog)... thank you and hugs


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