And now it’s been three months since my last post. Is anyone still out there? But I think the drought has ended; I’ve been missing the opportunity to write – and am not really in a space to start another book. This blog was always my chance to practice putting words on paper, as well as sharing a few thoughts in the process. I always thought I did my best writing here. But life got in the way. However, maybe it’s time I tried to get back to it – a little at a time, anyway.
Tonight, I want to share a story. I got an email from an old friend a few weeks ago, asking for my current address. Friends had been cleaning out my ex-husband’s home after his passing and found a bracelet that belonged to me, and wanted to return it. I had no clue what she was talking about – I’d been divorced 13 years. How would they know it was my bracelet? So I sent her my address, and waited. And this week, an envelope arrived.
I opened it, curious about what bracelet they could have found – and discovered this:
My silver baby bracelet.
So at least I know how they knew it was mine. But not how it ended up there. I didn’t realize I had lost it; I don’t know where they found it. Or why my ex didn’t make any attempt to return it to me. But none of that really matters; I’m just thrilled that they wanted to return it to me. And I’m thrilled to have it back.
I lost so much of my past when I moved to Arizona; the Universe was pretty greedy that year. I lost my high school and college yearbooks; my favorite Christmas ornaments; mugs I had collected around the world; kitchen tools that my father bought me before he died. So it was nice to get a piece of my history back, for a change.
Now, it lives on my chest of drawers, where I can see it every day. My parents are gone, so I can’t ask them about its history – like who bought it for me. Maybe I’ll ask my aunt, and she if she has any idea. But either way, at least it’s in my possession again.
A boss once told me, “Three moves is as bad as a fire,” and it sure is true – I’ve lost so much as I’ve moved back and forth across the country. Hopefully, now that my crazy gypsy lifestyle seems to have slowed down, I won’t be losing anything else!
So treasure those little things that remind you of your past, of who you were and where you came from. And thank you to those anonymous friends who cared enough to return a piece of my past to me.