Lost & Found...
On my way home from school tonight I parked my car in the usual spot in the library parking garage across the street. As I headed down the stairs I noticed it...a gold wedding set with lots of diamonds that had been cautiously sautered together just in case. I gasped, because it was so shockingly pretty amongst all of the dirty concrete and because I just knew someone was freaking out because they had LOST THEIR WEDDING RINGS! I felt an immediate sense of purpose and I was so glad that I had been the one to stumble across it and not the Down Payment on a Cheeseburger Guy. I took it to the library and left it in their lost and found. They had some big fancy talk with some big fancy talker there tonight, so a lot of people have been in and out. Let's hope they can retrace their steps well enough to look there. How sad would it be if it sat in the lonely library lost and found forever?
I like my stuff and tend to get very attached to things I value. I have every single letter Robbie wrote to me while he was away in the Navy. Every single one. I would have been devastated to lose my wedding set. If a fire broke out I would probably die from smoke inhalation trying to save my giant trunk full of letters, pictures, certificates, cards from grandparents, and Robbie's beloved appliqued blanket, designed with roads and familiar landmarks his Granny made for he and Billy when they were little that also has a special pocket for their Matchbox cars. The cats would find a way out and I assume Robbie would as well. But the letters and pictures...well, what about them?!
What is this attachment with stuff? Why do I hold on to some of the tiniest details of my life thinking I might need it later? My mother-in-law, Paula, sent me pictures she had found of Robbie and I. I was friends with Billy, Robbie's brother so of course it made sense that I would go to the airport with him to welcome home Robbie. (?) This was in 1993 and I was 16 and it was the very first time Robbie and I had ever met. She might as well have sent me a big bucket of gold. I think I looked at those pictures over and over again for days. The moment had been captured and I didn't even know it. Our moment. So, maybe it's not so much about the stuff but what they represent......the moments and memories.
A ring is a ring is a ring, right? Well, I imagine this ring holds something more than just its' round shape and shiny surface. In fact, I am sure it does. It holds someone's moment and right now they might be worrying about losing that moment. I hope they get theirs back too.
I like my stuff and tend to get very attached to things I value. I have every single letter Robbie wrote to me while he was away in the Navy. Every single one. I would have been devastated to lose my wedding set. If a fire broke out I would probably die from smoke inhalation trying to save my giant trunk full of letters, pictures, certificates, cards from grandparents, and Robbie's beloved appliqued blanket, designed with roads and familiar landmarks his Granny made for he and Billy when they were little that also has a special pocket for their Matchbox cars. The cats would find a way out and I assume Robbie would as well. But the letters and pictures...well, what about them?!
What is this attachment with stuff? Why do I hold on to some of the tiniest details of my life thinking I might need it later? My mother-in-law, Paula, sent me pictures she had found of Robbie and I. I was friends with Billy, Robbie's brother so of course it made sense that I would go to the airport with him to welcome home Robbie. (?) This was in 1993 and I was 16 and it was the very first time Robbie and I had ever met. She might as well have sent me a big bucket of gold. I think I looked at those pictures over and over again for days. The moment had been captured and I didn't even know it. Our moment. So, maybe it's not so much about the stuff but what they represent......the moments and memories.
A ring is a ring is a ring, right? Well, I imagine this ring holds something more than just its' round shape and shiny surface. In fact, I am sure it does. It holds someone's moment and right now they might be worrying about losing that moment. I hope they get theirs back too.
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