What object do you no longer have that still breaks your heart years later?

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   Laura Schneiderposted 13 years ago

   What object do you no longer have that still breaks your heart years later?
   
   What object (not a person or pet) do you no longer have that still breaks your heart years later? (a shattered piece of china, a stolen object, a house, a piece of jewelry, a car...)

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   Just Ask Susanposted 13 years ago

   A ring that my grandfather made my mother when she was a teenager, then it was passed on to me. It was lost in a fire.

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      Laura Schneiderposted 13 years agoin reply to this

      Oh, Susan, I can only imagine how that must feel. My mother lost her engagement ring (to theft or childhood mischief we'll never know). I remember how much she cried and cried.

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   ackman1465posted 13 years ago

   My 1958 Austin-Healy 100-6.  I kick my a*s every time I remember that I let it get away!!!!

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      Laura Schneiderposted 13 years agoin reply to this

      :-) I kind of feel the same way about my current car--after a string of lemons, I've got this reliable '94 Corolla that just keeps on going and I'm hesitant to replace it (even though it's about time--I jokingly refer to it as a "college car").

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   Laura Schneiderposted 13 years ago

   For me, it was a house I lost to the depression a couple years ago, after spending my very last dime, including retirement savings. I'm in a townhouse now, but living in an apartment ruined my dog, who now hates children and is afraid of many things.

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      anoshy14posted 13 years agoin reply to this

      oh i feel so bad for u

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      CynthiAnnposted 13 years agoin reply to this

      That's so awful! Pets are family members too and it is sad to see them struggle, especially when we are struggling too. You have an amazing ability to respond with encouragement to others that face difficulty, despite the hardships you have faced.

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   duffsmomposted 13 years ago

   After my parents died, I lived with my aunt and uncle.  I got rid of tons of stuff but saved about a trunk full of knick knacks and other little items that were my moms.  I knew the history of these things and they had always been a part of my life.
   
   Somehow, in later years the box or trunk disappeared during one of our moves.  I would say when my husband and I moved to our first house from an apartment, it must have gotten left behind. I didn't really notice it was gone for a while.  And it still bothers me.  I would love to have those things now.

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      Laura Schneiderposted 13 years agoin reply to this

      Ohhh, that's hard. It's too bad the new apartment owners didn't try to contact you about the trunk. I mean, a trunk isn't a small thing to lose! Somebody must know how to find it and its contents. It's the little things--trinkets--we miss sometimes.

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   brakel2posted 13 years ago

   Old photos. When my mother died  I was grieving and said I did not want any photos from the past or her cookbook. My family believed me. I think my stepsister threw them in the trash. I have forgiven myself but will never make decisions again at stressful times. I am sure my mother would forgive me. Never beat yourself up for the past. Live for today!!

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      Laura Schneiderposted 13 years agoin reply to this

      Photos are much more powerful than the paper they are printed on (or storage medium that holds them). They are sort of a "backup" of our memories. You say it best, though: "Never beat yourself up for the past. Live for today!!". Thank you!

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   golfcart34posted 13 years ago

   I lost my high school class ring right after graduation (over ten years ago) and I've been sad about that ever since.  I spent a lot of money on it, too, but I have no idea what I ever did with it.

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      Laura Schneiderposted 13 years agoin reply to this

      That's tough to lose a memento of such a monumental event in your life.

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   anoshy14posted 13 years ago

   stopped talking to my best childhood friend

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      Laura Schneiderposted 13 years agoin reply to this

      Oh, that's too bad. Did something happen to divide you or did you just grow apart? Is there any chance of a reunion by tracking him/her down on the Internet? I stopped talking to my best childhood friend; she died in Nov. before we had a reunion :-(

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      anoshy14posted 13 years agoin reply to this

      I know but she had cancer when we where in grade 6 and died

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      Laura Schneiderposted 13 years agoin reply to this

      Oh, anoshy14, I'm so sorry for you. :-(  Our stories are so similar--my friend died of cancer, too. I guess we just need to accept it and move on and hope that our loved ones know we still love them.

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      anoshy14posted 13 years agoin reply to this

      yes and also they will remember us

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   dainy665daneposted 13 years ago

   My first old purse which has some wonderful old pics inside. I lost it for quite some time now but it took me 3 years to replace it. The pictures... I wish to get it back as those pictures reminds me of my childhood friends but that I know will never happen. :'c

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      Laura Schneiderposted 13 years agoin reply to this

      I'm so sorry; I know how much certain pictures mean to me, and I'd be upset at ever losing them.

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    Russ Fyeposted 13 years ago

    Our 6th grade class took a trip to Quebec City (almost 20 years ago) and one of the places we stopped at to visit, was St. Anne's cathedral.  It was a stunning place; thousands of people have visited in wheel chairs, leg  braces, etc...and the majority of them ended up being able to walk out without them.  In fact, in the cathedral there is a display of hundred of crutches, braces, wheel chairs, etc, that have all been left there. 
    
    In the gift shop was a tiny little pouch that read "My Guardian" on it.  Inside was a cross and a little prayer.  I bought one and ended up carrying it with me all the time for years and years.  I have always had a problem with worrying (OCD and anxiety issues) and I felt "My Guardian" made me worry less.  One day it just disappeared and I was never able to find it.  Perhaps it was a sign...a sign that was telling me to let go of the worry, maybe not.  Either way, to this day, my worrying seems to lessen as time goes on. 
    
    I really do miss "My Guardian", but I know it will always hold a special place in my heart. 
    
    Peace

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       Laura Schneiderposted 13 years agoin reply to this

       You sound so calm and at peace with what happened... Maybe it was a sign that you know how to let go of the worry and can let anything go without worrying. It sounds like you are strong and at peace and that "My Guardian" is in your power now.
       Peace

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       Russ Fyeposted 13 years agoin reply to this

       I am very much at peace, Laura!  And yes, I do believe it to be a sign.  Have a great day!
       
       Peace

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    Kommadantposted 13 years ago

    My 1994 Mazda Protege. The car belonged to my grandma and grandpa and when they both passed away, the car was given to me.  It was my first car and was totaled when a woman T-boned me.  I wanted to buy it back from the insurance company, but I did not have anywhere to put it.  My plan was to restore it and keep it around for sentimental value and use as a road trip car for fun.  Unfortunately the car is probably long gone by now.

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       Laura Schneiderposted 13 years agoin reply to this

       Cars are so important to us, aren't they? I think for me they represent freedom and equality with everyone else on the road. The car may be "long gone by now," but clearly your memories keep it alive and give it meaning--and yourself, too.

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    KateWestposted 13 years ago

    A photo album of happier times at Disney World that I should never have given to my ex after the divorce, since that trip was also during my birthday. He's moved to another country now so I'll probably never see those pics again and they were taken before digital cameras were all that popular.

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       Laura Schneiderposted 13 years agoin reply to this

       Oh, Kate, how frustrating. I'm sorry. Can you contact your ex and offer to pay the shipping costs if he sends it back to you? Maybe he'd be kind enough to send the negatives, at least, or scan in the pictures and email them to you?

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    feenixposted 13 years ago

    Actually, my heart is broken by the loss of a number of objects I used to have.
    
    For one thing, I deeply regret getting rid of all the bubble-gum baseball cards I collected when I was a kid. If I had saved them, my present net worth would be much higher than it is.

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       Laura Schneiderposted 12 years agoin reply to this

       Oh no! My aunt did the same thing and has the same regret. :-(

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    CynthiAnnposted 13 years ago

    My family and I were very abruptly torn from the house I grew up in. My mom divorced my dad, my dad was sent to prison, and I was 15 and lost just about all the physical objects that mattered to me.  I had a few bags of clothes and a box or two of a few of my possessions.  I miss my life in my childhood home very dearly, and I often dream of my childhood stomping grounds.  But my experience led to my truth.  For me, my family is the most important thing in my life.  I am so thankful that I didn't lose them.  We stood beside each other during those "dark years" and embraced life for what it is. The items and life that then lost to us has now turned into fond memories.  The heartbreak that I felt years ago has turned into the experience that shaped me into who I am.  God works in mysterious ways and He taught me that through loss, there can be more to gain.

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       Laura Schneiderposted 13 years agoin reply to this

       What a beautiful way to put it, CynthiAnn. I know I wouldn't be who I am without all of my experiences, good and bad, which form my memories and my being. I'm so glad that your family stuck together and are at peace with the past now.

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    kevin.howellposted 13 years ago

    I tried bull riding for a short period.  My gear was burned in house fire.  I sure would like to have the remembrance of a fun time.

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       Laura Schneiderposted 13 years agoin reply to this

       Between fires and mother nature's floods and hurricanes, we sure have lost a lot of memories and treasures (to us, at least). It sounds to me like you've got the remembrance of a fun time still, Kevin: just never let it die. Tell others your stories.

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    Becky Katzposted 13 years ago

    I bought a rocking chair with my first paycheck after High School graduation. I had that chair when my three children were born and I rocked them and nursed them in it. I loved that chair. During an earthquake when we lived in El Centro, CA; a cabinet fell over and crushed my rocker. I really miss it. I cried when it broke and I still am looking for a replacement for it. Most of the ones I have found that are like it, are just way more than I can afford. It cost a third in 1976 as they do now. The seat was about 2 inches thick and it was a big rocker.

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    Courtney_CollinsDposted 13 years ago

    There was this book that my fathers work put together for the family after he passed away two years ago. I let my sister take it because she wanted to make copies and she never gave it back to me. It really breaks my heart because when I was trying to move on from losing my dad I would look in that book and read through all the lives that he touched when he was still with us.

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    JideAlexanderposted 12 years ago

    An object that I no longer have that breaks my heart are 2 rings that mother had given me back when I was a teenager. It breaks my heart because I sold them to a money for gold company thinking i was being thoughtful because i was going to use the extra money for Christmas gifts for everyone. What I didn't realize is that those rings meant a lot to my mother and she loved seeing me wear them. I really do wish I can get those rings back :-(

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       Laura Schneiderposted 12 years agoin reply to this

       Oh, ouch! That stings, finding out too late what they'd meant to  your mother. Is there any chance of getting them back?

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       JideAlexanderposted 12 years agoin reply to this

       I'm not sure but I am praying and hoping that somehow I can get my hands on them again.

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    Desertarmorposted 12 years ago

    My first car, I loved my Jeep! Wish I could have it back.  I had a lot of geat memories from it, from high school to college to moving across the country in it.

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       Laura Schneiderposted 12 years agoin reply to this

       I think I know how you feel. My car and I have been through a lot together over the years, hauling everything from fertilizer in the trunk to 5 adults (3 squished into the back) to 4 adults and 5 service dogs/service dogs in training. Glad I drove!!

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    BraidedZeroposted 12 years ago

    I never have been given any family heirloom through my life so I don't really have anything there. It's kinda weird but the object I miss the most is a sound system I had in my first vehicle. I spent a ton of money on a sub, amp, and new cd player. Then one day my truck was broken into and all of it was stolen. I've been paranoid ever since that day about my truck being broken into. It doesn't help that it was broken into on April Fools Day. So I pretty much hate that holiday now.

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       Laura Schneiderposted 12 years agoin reply to this

       That's not weird if it was important to you! Someday (if not already) you'll get a similar or identical system, but it still won't be the same: you can never go back. You CAN, however, learn to enjoy April Fools Day, I bet, or at least not hate it.

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    Elderberry Artsposted 12 years ago

    A small black and white photograph of my best friend. It was lost with some others photos when my pc broke. I would of happily lost everything else on there to have that back. I thought it was on a disk on photos but turned out not to be.

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    landscapeartistposted 12 years ago

    I would have to say my 'Family Ring'.  My children bought it for me for Mothers Day when my eldest grandson was born.  It includes his birthstone on it as well as theirs.  I lost it a couple of years ago and it took me til just a few months ago to tell my kids what I did. 
    Everytime I see a Family Ring or a Daughters Pride Ring I cry.

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       Laura Schneiderposted 12 years agoin reply to this

       Landscapeartist, I'm sorry for your loss. Perhaps you can do some other family-related activity that represents how you came together again to honor the love represented by the lost ring. Plant a tree? Volunteer together for a charity?

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    TrinityCatposted 12 years ago

    A Minnie Mouse blanket I given to when I was a baby. I kept it for over 15 years (approximately) until it got old and ripped in the middle of it. It made me sad at times, but I had to move forward. It is now a part of my childhood memories.

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    Ramsa1posted 12 years ago

    A book. A really, really old hardcover copy of The Complete Works of Alfred Lord Tennyson.

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       Laura Schneiderposted 12 years agoin reply to this

       Ramsa1, I'm so sorry. It sounds like a real treasure, too, with probably some family or historical meaning to it. What happened to it, if I may ask?

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       Ramsa1posted 12 years agoin reply to this

       Hi Laura,
       I left it in the "old country" when I moved to the "new world" in 1974. I never thought to ask my family to mail it to me, and now I regret not doing so.

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       Laura Schneiderposted 12 years agoin reply to this

       That's a real shame. I'm sorry for your loss. I have several books that I would hate to lose, also, for the same sentimal reasons. One is an ancient English dictionary from the 1800s, and the other has an elaborately carved, painted leather cover.

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    yoginijoyposted 12 years ago

    A ring that my first boyfriend gave to me. It was made out of a quarter. I don't remember what happened to it. Oh, well. Every once in while I wonder where that ring is and what my first love is doing....

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