The intention was not to be wildly productive on Saturday. I awoke that morning without any plans, except to take care of my sick son. Mid Morning, I was already bored and determined NOT to spend my day on a screen. Before I knew it, I decided it was time to finally settle our basement. “It’s time to live downstairs too,” I told the kids.
As I went through box after box, I found so many things I forgot were lost. I found a Flip camera, that Scott used to use. While he was missing from the screen, it was great to hear his voice again; something I always took for granted is now a rare treasure. I also rediscovered the rather large “Wicked Good Slippers” that Scott adored. His crumpled old work hat brought back so many memories. I also discovered a “friend-o” that Scott handed me one night when we were barely friends. There’s a story behind it; and I smiled at the memory as I held the frayed and faded threads in my hands. These are just some of the many precious treasures I found.
I unpacked and organized for many hours. Finally, I decided to search for the one thing I was certain I’d find on this day: my Pandora bracelet that Scott built for me the last four years of our life together. At some point this past summer, I took it off and now, I can’t find it anywhere.
I opened boxes and boxes; as well as all drawers, suitcases, purses, and anything where it might be hiding. As I looked throughout the house, I prayed, muttered and cried. I could picture the charms in my mind, memories flooding back of unwrapping each one and the look on Scott’s face as I discovered them. I also remembered the friends who gave me charms, as we packed our tiny little Maine house and said a different kind of “Goodbye.” This bracelet was more than a thing, it represented the gifts from Scott’s heart that I always wore.
I felt the weight of the bracelet on my wrist. It was so vivid, when I looked down, I expected to see it had returned…but it was still missing. I closed my eyes, trying to picture it; desperate to remember where I put it.
“But I’ve lost you too,” I replied.
“You know I’m here; I’ve never left. You KNOW.”
Finally, I stopped searching and the voices disappeared. All were left were my tears and newly organized house. Minutes later, my daughter found me; she knew why I was sad.
“Mom, maybe Dad has your bracelet. Someday, it will fall from Heaven, you will have it again.” I looked at her, with such wisdom and faith in her voice.
“Thanks, Sweetie. If your Dad has it; I hope he returns it soon, because I’d really like it back.”
I know it’s a thing, and in the grand scheme of thing, a bracelet. However, this bracelet is full of memories, and everyday, I pray it surfaces again.
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