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This will be a long post so brace yourself, but I have to ask if anyone else is as big an idiot as I am......have any of you ever lost something that really meant a lot to you? If so, how....did you get it back?
Let's see.....I lost my Chi Omega badge at my wedding! I had pinned it to the white hankie in my dress and worn it down the aisle like we're supposed to, but I took it out so it wouldn't fall out and get lost during the reception. I put it in a little pink gift bag and either I or my mom forgot what it was, saw the crumpled white hankie, thought it was trash, and PITCHED IT!!!!!! My beautiful Chi Omega badge is in a landfill somewhere!!!! I did get another one but it isn't the same, you know?
I lost my DTD lavaliere from my husband. I have no idea how I did that because it was on my add-a-bead necklace, in the middle, and I still have the necklace!!!!!!! I am really upset about that. My mother-in-law still has hers from her husband (now deceased) and wears it on a charm bracelet.
I thought I lost this beautiful sapphire-and-diamond ring my mom had bought me. It was really unique and she felt really bad and wanted to replace it. We couldn't find one like it, of course, but I settled on one I liked well enough. Not two days later I opened this jewelry box that I never really used and there it was!!!!! Luckily the jeweler was nice and let me exchange the new ring for something else.
The worst was my emerald pendant.....for college graduation my dad had this amazing emerald (my birthstone) pendant made for me. It is actually a slide for an omega necklace and it is really unique. The stone is a flawless, 2-carat oval cut emerald and just so beautiful. He gave me the papers on it and with what it was worth I knew I needed to add it to my insurance, but I just never got around to it. Well right after my dad's wedding I lost it. I knew I had worn it in the wedding and done something with it, but I couldn't find it. I was going through an obsessive phase and I was paranoid that someone would break in and steal my jewelry, so I would hide it in really bizarre places. I had put the pendant (which at the time I wore on this long rope chain) in a medicine bottle to the best of my recollection, and then placed it in my bathroom drawer. By the time I realized it was missing, I had already done a mass bathroom cleaning and pitched most of what was in that drawer. I was certain that I couldn't have just pitched that. So I went through the drawer, piece by piece, taking every single thing out and inspecting it. No med bottle, no necklace. I was devastated. My mom came over and helped me look....we even went through that drawer again, piece by piece. No dice.
TWO YEARS LATER, (I had managed to hide it from my dad all this time) my mom died very suddenly and unexpectedly. I was having an extremely hard time at first and talked to her all the time....it was like I just couldn't accept that she wasn't still there with me. She had always said that when she went, if there was life after death she would find a way to contact me somehow. Well one night I was crying and thinking about her and I said "Mom, if you are out there, I know a way you can prove it. You know where my necklace is now.....help me.....find it for me or lead me to it." (This is where it gets spooky) The next morning I woke up and I felt like someone was telling me to go look in the bathroom drawer again. It seemed really dumb because I had been through it two or three times. But I could almost hear this voice telling me to go there. So I went in, opened the drawer, and in the back corner plain as day was this little orange prescription bottle. I immediately started to cry because I knew....I picked it up and heard the rattle, and I opened it and there it was!!!!! The really bizarre thing was, the bottle looked like crap, the label was all faded like it had been wet or something and the lid was trashed. My dad's wedding had been April 4, 1998. That was the last time I had worn it and I knew that Wednesday the 8th I tried to find it to wear it to dinner with Dad before they left for Portugal and it was already gone. The medicine bottle was dated 4/12/98........weird!!!!! I just clutched it to me and said "Thanks, Mom!!!!!" over and over. Needless to say I have never done anything stupid like that since!!!!! Mom's not always going to bail me out!
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