I have this old wallet. Its brown leather with the picture holder in it, full of pictures of my nieces and nephews as babies. It's very important to me. It's old and faded and falling apart, but I still use it every day. It's so stretched out that I have to keep old cards in it that I don't even use or every thing in it falls out. On more than one occasion I've had clerks and friends say "it looks like it's time for a new wallet."
My grandma gave me this wallet in 1997. My grandpa passed away and she was going through some of his old things. I still remember the day she gave it to me. I was eleven. Being as young as I was I don't have a lot of memories of grandpa, but the ones I do have are very fond. I know that he could be stern, but very loving, and worked hard, and loved God. I even named my son after him to try and carry those things on.
So the last few years I have tried. I've looked at racks of wallets, and picked them up, and put them down. They are just never what I want. They'll never be the same. I want to keep it long enough to give to my son one day, and if he can't use it, he can at least keep it.
So a few months ago in his innocence my son had gotten ahold of my wallet and tore it up even worse. I got very upset, and even kind of heartbroken. I didn't think it would be usable any longer. I found a way to piece it back together so I can still use it.
You ever find yourself holding on to something so long? It means so much to you that you find yourself taking its pieces and finding ways to put them back together; making sure it's just good enough that it'll keep working.
It's safe to just let go. It's ok to find something new. It's good for you to not worry. If you have a burden, put it down. We have so much clutter, so many things we feel like we're dragging around. The memory will still be there, if it's that important. It doesn't make you a bad person, it makes you stronger when you realize it's time for a change.
Don't get me wrong, I love that wallet. We've had a wonderful run. I'm not going to throw it away, I'm going to retire it. I can say with confidence it's the only thing I own that I've had since 1997. I'm so thankful to have the memories and the bond with it. I know he'd be happy that I've used it all this time but I can hear my grandpa say "Boy I think it's time for a new wallet."