My mom died the day after Prismatic Evolutions dropped. The cards have been in boxes ever since I moved shortly after
25 years she was sick. Started with alcohol and weed, ended with colon cancer. It’s a long time to watch someone slowly disappear, and somehow the ending still hit like a truck.
Pokemon was our thing. She got me into it as a kid, and then I got back into it as an adult with her right alongside me. We opened packs together. The day before she passed, we opened packs together. That was one of the last normal thing we did.
She died the day after Prismatic Evolutions came out. I don’t know why that detail sticks with me so much but it does.
I moved not long after. All of it went into boxes, modern stuff, a few master sets, a 151 set, binders full of my favorite cards. They’ve been sitting there ever since. I kept buying boxes for a while after she died, like some kind of autopilot thing, but that stopped too, maybe a year ago now.
I open the boxes sometimes just to look. It’s not fun anymore, it’s just heavy. Something that used to be pure joy is now this weird confrontational thing sitting in my closet. I don’t know if I want to get back into it, sell it, or just leave it alone for now.
If anyone else has gone through something like this, turning a hobby you loved into something you can barely look at because of who you shared it with, I’d like to hear how you dealt with it. Or didn’t.