One of the writing prompts on WordPress this week is to write about the most precious thing you’ve ever lost.
My most precious thing ever lost would be my sister’s stainless steel ID bracelet with her name on it. I used to wear it a lot. It was a way to keep her with me every day.
Its cantankerous clasp has been the culprit. I have lost it on two different occasions, swearing that I would never see it again. And probably wiping a tear as I proclaimed its disappearance.
Both times my heart sank and my stomach soured as I thought about how sad and angry with myself I was for losing this precious bracelet. I felt like I had lost a part of her.
The first time I lost it was shortly after my sister died. My heart raced as I backtracked and traced my footsteps and locations with angst. I probably had fifteen people on the look-out for it. They felt so sorry for me as they heard my voice tremble as I explained what I was looking for. Everything was so fresh then. And thank goodness it was found after much searching. Only to lose it again years later.
The next time I lost it was only about four years ago when I realized I hadn’t seen it since we moved houses. After much distress and drama and a month of searching, I found it again. Whew.
I am grateful that my “most precious thing lost” was found again – both times. Now I am so paranoid that I might lose it again that I hardly ever wear it. But I keep it where I can see it everyday. That little bracelet makes me happy. And for that I am thankful as well.
What is the most precious thing you’ve ever lost?