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I lost something on Saturday and it was important to me because it was a piece of my mom’s jewelry. I moaned about and everyone had a pithy response such as – let it go, it was meant to be lost, it’s not important. But it was important to me because while I was wearing it my family (her side of the family) all recognized it as hers and remembered very clearly her wearing it. And I told them that it didn’t look nearly as good on me as it did on her, even though my friend is convinced I’m channeling my mother.

Saturday was very important to me because at my mom’s funeral the usual ugliness arose and I really wanted to have a memorial that was beautiful and sweet. And we did have that but then at the end of the day I lost this thing, which had me disturbed because in a way I had felt like mom had left me her jewelry in trust, to care for it as she had, and in losing it, I had not been paying attention.

This afternoon, on a whim, I got down on my hands and knees and searched the truck and I found it right under my seat where I had already looked a few times. Today, I am grateful for finding the piece of jewelry, for my mother giving it to me, and for the memory attached to it of my mother wearing it and being beautiful. And I’m also grateful for Saturday and having had the chance to honor her memory in peace and harmony surrounded by people I love and who love me.

Thanks!

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