My brother and I inherited our grandfather's tools and workshop when he died, and we both have strong emotional connections to different pieces, but we live across the country from each other and neither of us actually has space for everything, and every conversation about dividing things up feels loaded with meanings we can't quite name.
More people experience this than they realize.
Physical objects have become vessels for grief, memory, and family identity that can't be split evenly.
“Where Are You with African ubuntu and intergenerational responsibility?”
If this sounds familiar, the Library can help you find the bigger picture.