While objects, ‘things’, can never be as important to us as the people in our lives, we still feel a sense of loss when we lose them, or when they’re taken from us. It’s not really the item we’re upset about. Well, maybe initially it is. But not in the longer term. Because whatever it is, it can be replaced.
But what can never be replaced is the sentimental value associated with that piece of jewelry. Or scrapbook. Or punch bowl. Or photograph. Or whatever it is, that’s now gone. The story that goes along with it, the memories of how it came in to your life and what role it played, the new life it took on when it came into your possession; it’s not covered by insurance. Its value is not monetary.
Like my mother’s autograph book. She always loved ‘live’ entertainment, even as a young child. From the time I was little, I remember her telling me about going to movies and seeing a singer or dancer as part of the ticket price. She saw Cab Calloway and Ella Fitzgerald. Duke Ellington, Lena Horne, Frank Sinatra when he was still a skinny kid, Continue reading