An object that has an extreme symbolic meaning to me is this pink, ceramic heart. It's quite heavy actually, which is nice. It feels weighty when you hold it in your hand, and touching the very small golden ridges on it show the lines of love and life that you feel everyday. This object is what holds my Mother. Not to get too weird or too dark here, but it's the container in which her cremains are held, as she passed away right in front of me when I was only thirteen years old. Some people find it disturbing, thinking 'why would this guy want to constantly hold that object that holds his Mother's cremains? It's so weird! Well, she was the only true person in my life. She held all my secrets, my emotions, she was practically 'my person'. If you watch Grey's Anatomy, you will get the reference. Whenever I hold the ceramic heart, whether it's on my chest, in my pocket, or even if I'm just holding it in my hand as I'm walking down a hallway or across a street, I feel like she speaks to me through the vibrations and the engraved lines on the ceramic heart. It also gives me the positive sense that she's at peace and no longer in pain, that she's no longer suffering. While I still struggle from time to time, especially when it comes to Mother's Day or her birthday, I always try to stay positive and talk to her through the pink heart. Some people try to call me weird because of it, but what they don't know and should be thankful for is that their Mother is still alive, while mine is not. Be thankful that your Mother is still around and well, and spend every moment you have with her. To the people who have lost their Mother, especially at a young age, know that she is always with you in spirit, and you are not alone in the struggle to find peace with yourself.
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My Autobiography
Non-FictionI did this as a final for my English 12 class, and I figured I'd share it here in case anyone finds it to be supportive or helpful to read.
