On Sunday, May 25, I lost a bracelet. Its monetary value isn’t much, but I treasured the piece, as it was a recent gift from my 95-year-old aunt. It was a link style with silver and gold, small diamonds and black stones. I either lost it at Cinemark Perkins Rowe or The Rum House restaurant. When I realized it on Monday, I immediately contacted both locations and checked their lost and founds. However, the bracelet was not found. I was devastated, heartbroken — I cried like a baby all day.
By evening, I’d done some soul searching and come to grips with my “loss,” and found something very important. I had come to a realization: The bracelet was a tangible object, an earthly treasure, and nothing of true value can be lost, stolen, or taken from me. My memories, love and affection for my aunt are all still there in my heart and mind. I lost no moments when I lost the bracelet. I lost no hugs, laughter or time spent together. A lifetime of moments is still secure in my heart and mind, never to be left in a theater seat. It’s comforting to be able to accept this. The fate of the bracelet remains unknown — it may have ended up swept away with the trash, or someone found it and wears it, in which case, it’s gracing someone’s arm somewhere with no recollection of the true meaning behind it.