Do you still mourn a possession you once broke, lost, sold or had stolen?

Does an ex-girlfriend qualify?

Actually, I mourn the lost of a great baseball card collection that I amassed through junior high and high school. When I went away to college, my mother threw it out. Such a shame.

I’m sorry for your loss, Pachy! Better the phonograph lying in a heap than you.

While I was away at college, my mother sold both my lava lamp and my piano in a garage sale. I’ve never forgiven her.

What is it with mothers when we go to college. My brother and I had huge baseball card collections. Shoe box after shoe box full of them. Mantle’s, Gehrig’s, a ton of hall of famers. He went two years, I did four. We got out and came home. Where’s the cards? Oh I got rid of them. I’m guessing over 6 figures worth of them.

Yes.
When my grandmother passed away she had a peridot necklace that went missing. I had been “promised” that necklace since I was a child and I am still devastated that it disappeared. I remember growing up thinking it was incredibly ugly and now I’d cherish it.

@Pachyderm_In_The_Room

I understand and I don’t mean to belittle your loss, but at least yours was unintentional.

I (not my mother) intentionally threw away an 8X10 color photo of Elvis Presley that he signed for me. ;-0

@Adirondackwannabe – I feel your pain. I have no idea what my collection would be worth today – 45 years later – but like you, I had boxes full of cards, organized by team and by year. I spent all of my paper route money on those one summer.

OH well…

@elbanditoroso If I go into the extent of our collections I’ll probably cry. We collected those our entire childhood. That was back when ball players were respected role models.

Last spring we were homeless for a while, couch surfing at friends’ houses. A lot of things vanished during that time, but most of all I miss my wedding ring.

I had taken it off while I was pregnant, and it never fit again. I bought a silver ring in the same style for fifteen bucks on Amazon, and that’s what I wear now.

My husband still thinks it’s put away safely. I haven’t the heart to tell him it’s gone.

Its corny and geeky, but my partner and I used to play Mechwarrior, the original tabletop game, not the computer game. One time our car was stolen with almost the entire collection of manuals and sourceboks for that game in it. The car was found safe and well and returned to us, but the books, all those irreplaceable, out-of-print books, were gone.

I would rather have had the books back instead of the car.

When I was 8, I had my 45rpm “Hawaii 5–0” record stolen at a birthday party. I’m still mad.

In high school, my mother threw out my gallon jar of shark’s teeth that I had collected, including several enormous (nearly the size of my palm) fossilized one’s my dad brought home from the phosphate mine. I’m still mad.

When I divorced and moved out on my own, my ex kept the piece of the Berlin wall that I collected while in Berlin watching Roger Waters (and friends) perform “The Wall”. I’m still mad.

Oh crap. My heart just sank as I read that @Pachyderm_In_The_Room. I am SO sorry. What a heartbreak. I had something,but it doesn’t compare to that so I’ll wait a bit.

I will say I got a brand new, in the case Barbie Doll for my 5th birthday in 1963. I have no idea what happened to it, but wouldn’t it be something if I had never taken it out to play with? I could have put it away. Instead I spend a lot of time pushing her off of a cliff. I wonder why!?

My grandmother gave me her engagement ring. It wasn’t a great expensive ring, but I put it away for safekeeping in the pocket of a purse (dumb). I forgot it was there when I gave the purse to Goodwill. I regret it greatly, but enjoy the thought of someone finding it.

No. I may feel momentary sadness or disappointment but…I go with the zen philosophy that the teacup is already broken. All we can do is in-joy the object in the present moment as everything is of an impermanent nature.
When I knew I had to make a drastic change last spring I had a huge moving sale.

I sold all of my amazing, large deck and patio plants, furniture, some much loved artwork, chinese screens, paintings, almost all of my worldly possessions and the rest is in storage.
I in-joyed all of them for over 7 years in my home and while I will always be an aesthetic type at heart I find it easier and easier to let go of “stuff” these days.
As much as I miss my house, I have to say that selling/giving things to others that really loved them made me happy in it’s own right.
Everyone that came to my house told me what good taste I have.

I still have an amazing persian rug and authentic temple gong in storage, any offers? lol

Thank you, @Dutchess_III. I’m touched by your comment, as I am by so many others in this thread. Consolation is mine!

@Pachyderm_In_The_Room
Well the poor old phonograph enjoyed a very long life. Think of it as a 95 year old person…decay happens. It fell and broke it’s hips. haha

Just recently lost a bracelet my parents bought me, it’s very distinctive it looks like half a hand cuff and although not really expensive it has great sentimental value. Very upset that it has gone, what is worse is I lost it at a supermarket and nobody has handed it in! :(

@Coloma… LOL… your are soooo right. And as @picante so correctly said, better it than me.

So many things have come and gone and sometimes I wonder; but, no, I do not mourn the impermanence of our existence and that of my possessions.

@rojo, with total respect for your perspective, I have to ask you: Are there not things – some thing—that you’ve acquired in your life from a relative or close friend or even a stranger—that you would miss, perhaps even mourn, if it were broken, lost or stolen?

Sentimental value, not monetary worth is what I’m talking about, the ownership of cherished and irreplaceable objects like photos of lost and living loved ones, books that opened our minds, jewelry once worn by a mother or grandmother, and in my case, an antique which probably wouldn’t have fetched much on eBay but which I mourn because my mother expressed her love for me by shopping for it and giving it to me as a birthday present almost half a century ago and which by then was itself over half a century old (I wonder if the owner before me mourned its loss).

Sure, I’ll get over it—in fact, thanks to my fellow jellies who shared similar losses, I’m pretty much okay about it today. And luckily I do still have the three or four 100-year old Edison phonograph cylinders that played on it. But as you say, so many things come and go—wouldn’t it be nice always to be able to hold on to even the tiniest objects that touch us because we can touch them?

Yes, there are things that I would like to hold onto and would miss for a time but I struggle with this. Intellectually I know that all is impermanent and I attempt to live knowing this but emotionally there are things I cherish. I also know that there is so much I have had that I no longer have yet I survive and am relatively happy.
It falls in line with what I have told my kids often. Expect the worse and you will never be disappointed and only positively surprised.

@rojo, I hear ya!

My dad’s wife really has the most exquisite taste. She once bought me a throw for Christmas. It was beautiful and worked so perfectly with my furniture and decor. I loved it. I left it draped over an antique chair.
Then I went to Seattle and my husband stayed home. I was gone for about a week. A few days after I got home it hit me that my throw was no where in sight. I asked my husband what happened to it. He said he didn’t know….. WHAT?! To this day I wonder what happened to it. Did he decide he didn’t like it and gave it away or something?

Throw Trolls are quite common in your area; it could very easily have been stolen by them. You might look around, there may be a Troll Throw around, sometimes they switch them out.
I certainly would not blame your husband.

I get your joke, but I’m still mad about it! It happened on his watch. He did try to imply once that maybe one of my kids had stolen it but I said there was no way. #1 they wouldn’t do that and #2, if they did they’d have to hide it every time I came over, and I often go over without warning.
I’m still upset, and it’s been 6 years.

From personal experience, and no I will not elaborate, there is a much higher chance that something stupid happened and the throw was damaged. And it was so stupid that it was better to just look and feign ignorance that to admit to the stupidity of the stunt.

Either that or he left it in the park after he and his girlfriend were through and when he went back to get it he found that some homeless guy had absconded with it and was using it, along with some slightly used alter candles and a broomstick, to redecorate his parkbench, and that refused to return it even though your husband offered him a box of dark chocolates, the dozen red roses he had in his hands and a bottle of MD20/20, grape flavored, but refused to…....

You know what, maybe you should just go with the first one.

You’d have to see my other thread to understand! I stand by he lost it somehow!

He better not get MD20/20 grape flavored shit on my throw!

@Dutchess_III I read your other thread and I confess that I have a lot in common with your husband (not his love of grape flavored MD 20/20 however) and I would like to present you with the following thought.

He did not dislike it and get rid of it. It is not gone, it is simply in another place. One that at this point in time neither of you have any knowledge of but it is somewhere nearby.

Ask yourself, what possible use could I have for a throw (other than the obvious) and where would I use it? Do you have an attic? How about a basement where some work that involved laying in the dirt might have needed to be done? What is there in or around your house that might, for whatever reason, have needed to be covered up? Is your dog missing? Have you looked in the trees? What if he were on the floor with it and just stuffed it under the sofa?

Once you have exhausted that possible line of question, then ask yourself, “What possible use could HE have had for a throw”? This is a much harder question for either of you to answer but give it a go.

You know from reading the other thread it appears that there are a few others here on Fluther besides me who exhibit the same characteristics. You could put it in the form of a question and get their input.

“How about a basement where some work that involved laying in the dirt might have needed to be done?” ROFLL! I spit coke through my nose on that one! Wait! And the dog one! You know, we DO have a basement….it’s really a creepy dirt cellar, and I kid you not, I HAVE gone down there to look for it.

Alright. I will give you one piece of the puzzle that I believe has something to do with it. While I was gone he did some painting in the living room. He SAID he put the throw in this short hallway between the kitchen and the dining room (which also contains the door to the cellar, which prompted me to look down there,) along with some other stuff he wanted to protect from the painting….but I bet he used it as a drop cloth.

I’m going to kill him now, and tell him I don’t know why.
“Why are you killing me?”
“I don’t know.”
Kill, kill, kill.

Pity you don’t have a throw to wrap the body in.

Still, you do have a basement…........

I have the blanket that the dirty hairy dogs sleep on. I’ll use that.

Out of the blue tonight I’m going to ask him if he got paint on my throw.

Hey…no worries, I have a 9×11 persian rug in my storage, the original roll up a body rug.
It weighs about 150 lbs. all by itself. Snug as a corpse in a rug. Just make sure you have help when your stuffing him in the back of your truck. lol

No no no. I also have a Persian rug. I know right where it is (rolled up under a bed upstairs,) and I’m not letting him touch it, dead or otherwise!

Are you sure? When was the last time you saw it?

sitting here snickering as I picture @Dutchess_III running upstairs and lifting the bedskirt!

Damn your eyes @rojo!