Opening - each line could fade in? Not just a block of text like the item descriptions.
|I fell asleep.|
There's a storm rolling in, I can smell it on the air.
God, I miss sitting outside with them listening to the rain in and the wind through the leaves.
I woke up to Grace screaming my name then there were headlights, then the sound of metal on metal.
I wish they were here. I'd do anything to - what was that?
|Grace - Mom||Scarf||It was our second date and it was freezing out. She was so damn stubborn and didn't think she needed a scarf. The wind picked up and she started shivering, but when I asked her if she was cold she'd just grunt at me. She ran inside a store to use the bathroom and I grabbed her this scarf. She rolled her eyes and grinned at me. She's worn it every winter since. It still smells like her.|
|Clay ball with Grace's fingerprints in it||Grace had amazing hands. They were so versatile. They were so gentle when the kids were babies, so strong when turning these lumps of clay into art. Funny how my hand was so rough, but when we locked fingers I was the one who felt safe.|
|Wooden figurine of a duck||Grace always did duck lips and chased me around trying to kiss me. I'd always tell her to keep those things away from me and she'd just cackle. On our fifth anniversary, we went to a restaurant called The Odd Duck that hid little duck figurines all over the place. After three glasses of wine, she leaned over to me giggling that the duck stole her lips. She ended up slipping it into my jacket pocket when we left.|
|Locket||Grace loved this locket. She found it at a thrift store and we spent like an hour wondering about it's history. She decided it was owned by a Victorian woman whose lover died in a tragic shipping accident. When Jack and Alexandria got their first haircuts she kept a lock of hair from each and placed it in the locket. When she traveled for art shows she'd take the locket with her so that she had her children with her. Now, I have a piece of all of them with me.|
|An old book of poetry||This old book helped us sleep so many nights. If we wouldn't sleep we'd take turns reading various poems. The sound of her voice, raspy with exhaustion, lulled me to sleep so many times ...Because I could not stop for Death - He kindly stopped for me - The Carriage held but Ourselves - and Immortality...God, I wonder where death's taken her now.|
|Jack||Drawing||Jack loved reading the comics in the paper. He tried his hand at his own comic, Captain McMeowMeow, a cat who was a police officer. This is the first one he drew and showed to me. When we hung it up on the fridge he immediately went and drew three more. He didn't usually like art, but he lit up when he drew Captain McMeowMeow.|
|A scuffed up baseball||Jack was a preemie and was small for his age as a result. Before his first Peewee game, he said, "Daddy, I'm so little. What if I can't play good like the other kids?" I took him by his shoulders and said all that mattered was that he tried his best. That was all the good that mattered to me. The little guy stepped up to the plate and struck out twice. On that last pitch, he looked at me and hit that damn ball for a homerun. I cried like a baby.|
|A plant||He wanted a dog, but I wanted him to learn some responsibility. I gave him this plant and told him that he needed to take care of it for three months. If he could show me he was a big boy and take good care of the plant he could have a dog. He loved that plant, he watered it and made sure it got sun on all sides. He was so excited when it started to have tiny blossoms and the pollen. I wish I had just given him a puppy.|
|A baby shoe||This is the shoe Jack had when he first left the hospital. He spent days there with so many tubes going into him I spent so much time marveling over how small his hands and feet where, the nails tiny smooth flecks on the end of his fingers and toes. It was so hard to image those feet ever touching solid ground, walking or even crawling for that matter. He did though. He crawled, walked, ran, and jumped. Now...he'll never have a chance to do any of that again.|
|A blankie||For a long time, Jack wouldn't leave the house without his blanket.When he was a baby he would chew that thing until it was damp and stinky. We had to sneak it away from him at night to wash it. His first day of school he snuck it into his backpack. We got a call about ten minutes after he dropped it off, because he threw such a fit when they told him to put it away. We ended up having to cut a small piece off for him that he could keep in his pocket. He said it made him feel safe when he wasn't home.|
|Alexandria||A smooth rock||The lake was Alexandria's favorite place. She loved when the water was calm. She told me it looked like glass. I skipped a rock across and and she laughed saying that I made the glass ripple. I spent ten minutes showing her how to skip a rock. When she finally managed to skip her own rock, she yell in excitement. I'll always remember how it echoed across the water. She found this on the way to the car and was saving it for when we came again|
|A children's book||Alexandria wore this copy of A Wrinkle in Time to pieces she read it so much. Afterwards, she became slightly obsessed with tesseracts and other dimensions. We'd walk around in the woods looking for portals to other dimensions. She gets embarrassed about it now, but I thought it was adorable. She was sure we would find one. I wish she was right.|
|Stuffed bear||When she was afraid of the dark, I would do Tae Kwondo Bear for her. I'd take him and pretend that he was beating up the monsters in her room in a funny little voice. She'd giggle as I made him throw kicks and punches in the dark. When all the monsters were gone she'd reach for him with her chubby little fingers and fall asleep clutching him to her chest.|
|Sketchbook||Art must run in the family. Alexandria used to spend hours watching her mother in the studio, but she took more to drawing than sculpting. She'd spend hours outside watching sketching nature and drawing caricatures of people. One time she got in trouble at school for drawing caricatures of her teachers and selling them to the other students. Grace and I managed to stay straight-faced in the principal's office, but laughed all the way home.|
|Tassel||Getting Alexandria to try in school was always difficult. She loved learning, but she couldn't usually be half-assed to do her work. We didn't think that she'd graduate high school, but she once she decided that she wanted to go to art school she put her nose to the grindstone. I've never been so proud of her than the day she walked across the stage.|
5 Item Ending
I wish that I had more of their memories with me. I don't want to forget them - their faces, their smiles. I don't want them to disappear.
10 Item Ending
I'm glad I grabbed what I did. It isn't everything, but I won't forget the detaills. I have these things to remind me. They won't fade away so easily.
15 Item Ending
Oh thank god, I got everything. My favorite memories - proof that they were here. I won't forget them. I won't let them be forgotten as long as I'm here.