When I was 8, my parents and little sister died in a car crash. Earlier that day, we visited family (god mother) and had a great time. My god mother is an amazing woman. She is very kind and loved me and my sister. She was also a collector of several small little statues of bunnies or little toys you find in Kinder Eggs (I believe in the US they are called "wonder balls") and she still is today. My sister and I were always amazed by the little toys and that day, she had given one to me and one to my sister. My mum also got a little toy, one of a cat she though was cute and my father got a small toy that looked like his first car.
After I woke up in the hospital, one of the nurses came to me. She told me that, after firemen extinguished the fire (gas leaked after the crash and that caught fire) they were able to save a few things: the toys my godmother gave to us. The one my father had, the little car, was a bit molten from the fire and when they asked if they could throw it, I flipped the fuck out. So ever since that day, I have kept those four toys. Now, the remainder of my family new how attached I was to those toys. I had them on a little pedestal in my room and looked at them every day. Throughout the years, my "collection" of toys (more memorabilia now) grew. When I was 12, one of the last thing my grand father did before he died, was asking a single one of those Kinder Eggs. My grand mother got one from the shop in the hospital and gave it to him. Me and him both ate half of it. Then, we opened up the little ball inside to see which toy we had. It was a little green dinosaur. I was very happy, because I was very late in my "dinosaurs are awesome"-phase and I grandfather told me I could keep it. He died the next day. So now I had five little toys: a little dog that my godmother gave me, the pony my sister got, my mother's cat, the somewhat molten car my father got and the dinosaur of my grandfather. A few years gone by and I was given a few more toys. I will not go into detail what all those things are or this message will get even longer but, it bottles down to the fact that I had 11 toys. Not all of them were from deceased family members but they all were from significant moments in my life.
When I was 16, I got my first girlfriend and I was supderduper excited! I never had a girlfriend before, I mean, who would want a guy with a half-burned face and a prosthetic leg, right? Well, she did and I loved her to death. The first four couple of years were great, we had some battles along the way but we always survived together. A little while (lets say 4,5 years into our relationship) she changed. First, she was a kind, loving young girl, but she has gotten bitter and jealous. Whenever she came in my room, she was complaining about the little toys and how stupid it was and kept asking me if it wasn't better to get rid of them or put them in a box in the attic. I always refused because I meant a lot for me. For our fifth "anniversary", I wanted to get a toy from a Kinder Egg. She thought it was childish and did not want to. Mind you, she had been together with me for nearly five years, so she knew what it meant to me.
Anyway, I came home one day (still live with my adoptive parents). She had stayed with me over night but I had to leave earlier because I had school and her classes started in the afternoon that day. So I get home, get into my room and I see my toys are gone. Fucking gone! My adoptive parents now how much those toys mean to me and my little brother and sister (the biological children from my adoptive parents) know this as well. Still, I ask them if they have seen them and that I wont get angry if they took it to play with. But, they never saw it. I call my girlfriend in panic; I was freaking the fuck out! Those toys were a bit of a life story for me. So I call her, she is angry because she is in class, although she said she had a little break. Anyway, I asked her if she had seen the toys. She says to me: "Oh yeah, they were bothering me so I threw them out"
I flipped. She flipped because I flipped. She didn't throw them away in our garbage can, no no, she threw them away in a garbage can in the city "so I couldn't get them out. It is childish and I needed to grow up".
tl;dr: ex-girlfriend threw away memorabilia I got from dead relatives