A Special Place in My Heart

by Anne Kidder
Kidderbug Kreations LLC

Photos hold a special place in my heart. They aren’t just images but windows to cherished memories that define our lives. As someone who loves being behind the camera, I’ve always found joy in capturing the candid smiles and essence of my loved ones. Yet, I’ve often been absent from these captured moments, hiding from the lens. This absence struck me deeply when I realized my children didn’t have many nice photos of just me—a poignant reminder of how fleeting life can be.

Years ago, taking photos was a rare and treasured event, especially for older generations. People would gather for special occasions, dressed in their best, and pose for what might be the only photo taken that year. Each snapshot held significant value, not only as a record of a moment but as a piece of history. Now, with digital cameras and smartphones, we have endless opportunities to capture moments. Yet, ironically, we rarely print them out. The tangible photos framed on walls or nestled in albums evoke stories and emotions that digital files simply can’t replicate. They invite us to pause and relive those moments—the laughter on a sunny day by the lake or the warmth of family gatherings.

I’m incredibly thankful for the photos I have of my mom, grandparents, and other loved ones who have passed. These printed images are more than decor; they are daily reminders of love and legacy. A photo can transport me back to my grandmother’s kitchen, where the smell of her cooking and her generous spirit filled the room. I can almost hear her laughter as she made her famous stew and dumplings, calling us to the table with a warm smile. They bring back cozy evenings with my grandpa, watching home movies and sharing stories about his childhood—a time when photos were even rarer. I remember sitting on his lap, mesmerized by tales of his youth, each story punctuated with the way his eyes sparkled as he reminisced.

A lovely Christmas Photo of an elder couple sitting on a red bench in front of a Christmas tree.

A particular photo of my mom always draws me back to her last words: “I’ll always be in your heart.” It hangs in a prominent place in my home, serving as a daily reminder of her love. It’s comforting to have these tangible connections to the past because, as time passes, the vividness of those memories can fade. Photos help bridge that gap, reminding us of the nuances we might forget—the twinkle in an eye or the curve of a familiar smile.

Anne and her family cherishing their memorial bear and pillow while looking at old photos.

When my mom passed away, I craved something to hold beyond these photos. Yes, thankfully I had photos of her to cry over as I narrowed down the ones needed for her memorial, but I wanted the comfort of a hug—the hug she could no longer give me. I decided to make a memory bear from her nursing cape—something she never really wore but was so proud of earning when she graduated nursing school. That cape represented her dedication and hard work, and turning it into a bear felt like a way to keep a piece of her close to me. Hugging that bear tight provided a sense of comfort that words couldn’t express; it felt like wrapping myself in her love once more.

Just a few short years later, my grandfather died. As far as I was concerned, he hung the moon and the stars. He was a larger-than-life figure in my childhood—full of wisdom and humor, always ready with a story or a piece of advice. Although it was devastating to lose him, I had to be strong for my grandmother, my inspiration. Together, we poured through the photos of him—each one a treasured glimpse into his life. There were even fewer photos of him as a child than there were of my mom; his generation lacked the means to capture many moments. The ones I still have are precious reminders of his stories—how he and my grandma met or the image of him holding my mom as a baby, recounting tales of her childhood. I still hear those stories in my head as I look at those photos—the way he would chuckle at his own mischief or shake his head at the antics of his daughter.

My grandmother’s death was another profound loss. All those who had raised and loved me were gone. The weight of grief felt heavy on my shoulders. All I had left that was meaningful were the photos and memories—and their clothes. From these clothes, I created quilts, pillows, bears, other animals, and ornaments that would remind me of their hugs and love as time marched on. Each item I crafted became a cherished keepsake—tangible reminders that allowed me to hold onto their essence even as they were physically gone.

Anne holding a selection of memory bears and a pillow she created from the clothes of lost loved ones.

When my uncle died just a few short months after my grandma, it felt unbearable—four loved ones lost in just over three years. It was as if a part of my heart had been chipped away with each loss. I truly couldn’t believe the world kept moving forward when all I wanted was for everything to stop for just a minute so I could catch my breath. Those days were filled with sorrow, but they also ignited a fire within me—a desire to find ways to channel my grief into something meaningful.

It took time for me to heal—or at least start to heal. My photo albums helped, as did the items I had made from their clothing. Each turn of a page or glance at a carefully crafted pillow reminded me of the love they shared with me during their time on earth. This healing process inspired me to help others through their grief by creating memory items from their loved ones’ clothing. The pillows and bears became popular among friends and family who saw how much comfort they brought me.

As word spread about my creations, I found myself crafting lions, elephants, and other unique pieces for those seeking solace in their own losses. The most unusual request was owl potholders—a fun challenge that turned out adorable! Over time, I’ve added more items meant to remember loved ones—ornaments, LED tabletop lights, framed embroidered pieces, and more. Many incorporate cherished photos or snippets of fabric from meaningful clothing, making them even more special.

One particularly touching story is that of Heidi. While expecting Teddy, Heidi suffered a heartbreaking loss; her mother passed away unexpectedly. This left a deep emptiness in Heidi’s heart, and she worried about how she could help Teddy know the love his grandma had for him. She had photos and stories to share with him but desired something tangible—a physical reminder that could accompany him throughout his life.

Although it was hard for her to look through her mom’s clothing after such a profound loss, she found a shirt that brought back special memories and asked me to create a memory bear for them—a bear filled with love and memories that would serve as both comfort and connection. As if grandma were intervening from Heaven, the bear arrived just in time for Teddy’s first birthday—a day meant for celebration but also laced with heartache because someone so important was missing.

It was a bittersweet day—so much excitement and joy with Teddy’s first birthday but such heartache when a loved one is missing. Heidi told me with tears in her eyes, “I held that bear tight all day.” It was an honor to create something so meaningful for them—a unique memorial bear that Teddy could cherish while learning about his grandma’s love through stories shared by his mother.

Sometimes, however, you don’t have photos to remember someone, like in Marissa’s case. After Marissa’s best friend experienced a stillbirth, she spent an entire year searching for a gift special enough to show how much she cared. Nothing seemed right until she discovered my weighted memory bears; they were soft yet substantial—a perfect embodiment of comfort during such an unimaginable loss. Marissa knew immediately that this was the perfect gift for her friend—a tangible expression of love and support during an unimaginably difficult time.

These experiences highlight how important it is to keep memories alive with photos and memory items. They capture more than just faces; they hold the very essence of our loved ones—each item infused with memories that shape our lives long after they are gone. Creating these keepsakes isn’t just about preserving memories; it’s about honoring lives well-lived and ensuring their legacy continues.

a close up photo of a woman holding her head in her hand.

I encourage everyone—especially those who shy away from the camera like I do—to step into the frame occasionally. These images become part of our family’s history—something our children and grandchildren will treasure as they grow older. Let’s embrace both sides of the camera: the joy of capturing life’s beautiful moments and the importance of creating meaningful items that celebrate our loved ones.

Ultimately, it’s these connections—through images and tangible keepsakes—that help us remember and heal. They serve as reminders that while our loved ones may no longer physically be with us, their spirit and love endure in our hearts—and through our memories.

As we navigate through life’s challenges and joys alike, let’s hold onto those memories tightly while also creating new ones—whether through photographs or lovingly crafted memory items—so we can continue sharing stories and love across generations

Anne Kidder | Kidderbug Kreations LLC

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