These are amazing, a bit achey, sharp, but also warm as well.

Favorite bits from each:
Ellen's -- needing that tangible reminder that her daughter is fashioned of the same blood and bone and gut that she is.

Jo's--“It’s not about teaching her to hunt; it’s about giving her something to hold when I’m gone.”

Bobby's--the bullet reminds him that the most fucked up thing he’ll ever face is another person.

John--Later, when John begins to write, he records a very different sort of war. (*flails a bit*)

Dean's--Dean’s grown since, into its shape and its promise. (I really love the turn of phrase there and I think it was John's jacket too)

Sam--he’s shocked to find bits of himself everywhere (That's so poignant, how Dean has kept little traces of Sam around. Oh, boys.)