Typically, I pride myself on not forming attachments to things (books are the exception, I have way way to many books) but I had an attachment to this particular object: a snow globe music box that had a carousel horse in it. It was given to me by late grandmother. It is one of the few physical things of her I had left and my favorite music box.
Yesterday, it got broken. I am very very sad.
I am trying to focus on while I may not have many physical reminders left of my grandma, I do have photos, and I do have memories. Some of the best memories ever. Maybe I can't pass down a music box to my kids, but I can pass down the love and the memories she gave me.