And other things-the constant packing and unpacking...one of the things that broke my 11 year old heart was in moving from Yokosuka to Subic, I had gotten a real pair of binoculars for Christmas, wore them around...:)
When we moved and I packed them away, well, they never arrived in the Philippines. For the next four years or so, every time I saw an unpacked box somewhere (there were alway a few somewhere) I would root around in it looking for those binoculars.
Kind of like what happened with my Dad's Holy Cross ring. The ring he had whacked us on the back of the heads with all those years...when my dad passed, I wore the ring to his service down in Arlington, and...somewhere...somehow...that ring disappeared.
To this day, I will pause when I see some small container or a coat I haven't worn in a while, and for a split second I fight the urge to open the container or stick my hand in that coat pocket, even though I have checked it forty times in the last twenty years...
I have all my dad's stuff, I wish I did have that ring, though. I just fixed this plaque (given to my dad when he retired) which was completely tarnished and the wood in disrepair. Somewhere over the years, my younger brother had used by Dad's sword in a school play and lost the scabbard, so...I printed one on my 3D printer! I didn't want to pay for a new one! Here is what it looks like now:
