I've lost a really cool Russian military watch. I'm more suspicious an ex who admired it "a little too much" took it, but he denied it at the time and I have no way of knowing.
I've lost a diamond solitaire--but then found it again years later.
It's terrible that your earring is gone. I like the idea of making a pendant out of the one that remains. That's a great idea.
Here is my favorite poem about losing things, from Elizabeth Bishop.
"One Art"
The art of losing isnt hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.
Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isnt hard to master.
Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.
I lost my mothers watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isnt hard to master.
I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasnt a disaster.
Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shant have lied. Its evident
the art of losings not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.
Elizabeth Bishop, One Art from The Complete Poems 1926-1979. Copyright © 1979, 1983 by Alice Helen Methfessel.
Link:
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/176996
it doesn't worth much, not over 1000 usd, but it was a very sentimental piece.. my childhood friend which is also my boyfriend gave me a small blue box during our lunch-date at space needle.. i opened it, and it was tiffany's! when i was little i used to tell him that every girls dream is to get a tiffany piece from her 'prince charming'. a 5 year old guy remembered THAT over the past 14 years. imagine my surprise, he wasn't exactly the romantic kind of guy. i opened the small tiffany box, and there it was, a gold medallion necklace with engravings. fell in love with it,
