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I'm sorry.  I wish I had something truly helpful to say.  I hope you will be able to hold on to the good memories, and let go of the bad, even if physical things so deeply connected to them are crumbling.


I have no idea what logic was used when that clearly marked box of china was put into the master closet---but when I went in there just a minute ago to start cleaning/clearing/decluttering that closet I found my china!

I'm so freaking excited.
Now to go unpack it--then get re-started on that closet.


I found my china!



So glad to hear you found the china. We had a loss of pictures in much the same way. It was devastating. We still remember the events, but the photos made the memories that much more vivid. So sorry.


You found it? Hooray!

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