Lost and found

It’s a delicate rose-gold chain with crystal bezels. I don’t know its value, but my oldest son gave it to me some years ago, so to me it is priceless. I wear it every day on my right arm where it frequently catches the light and reminds me of him.

The last thing I do whenever I leave the house is pull it out from under my sleeve (if I am wearing long sleeves or a coat, and as temperatures were in the thirties this morning, I was wearing both).

When I reached for it today, the bracelet wasn’t there.

I had a busy morning ahead; I couldn’t stop to look for it.

I had to carry on without it.

In my mind, I retraced steps. I would look for it when I got home.

And so I did.

Wasn’t in the bed (I’d made it, surely I would have seen the bracelet if it was lying there).

Wasn’t on the floor, not anywhere that I could see. I used my phone flashlight so the bracelet would shine in the light…

I checked my closet, checked the sleeve of my pajamas and my warm red robe.

Not there.

Even checked my husband’s car; we went out for Mexican last night.


“Do you think you lost it at the restaurant?” queried my husband.

“No, I didn’t even take my coat off and the sleeves are fastened close at the wrists. I don’t think it could have fallen out.”

It’s just a little bracelet but it’s irreplaceable.

My boy gave it to me.

Retracing, retracing…

I am a pretty good finder of things. I can usually retrace enough or recall what I was doing well enough to locate a lost thing. I ask myself: What makes sense?

Back to the closet.

It made sense that the bracelet might have come off when I changed out of my robe and pajamas, which I left folded on top of a storage box in there. I had already checked, but…it’s what made the most sense.

Shined my flashlight (again) on the closet floor.

Shook out the pjs.


Shook the fuzzy red robe, ran my hand through the sleeve.


Shined my flashlight on top of the storage box…

A glint of rose-gold, there in a crevice.


It’s safely back on my arm now.

So, I haven’t always been able to find a lost thing. Speaking of my boy, he lost a precious item when he was small. It’s a silver basketball pendant that belonged to his grandfather, who played the game in high school. His name is etched onto the pendant along with the year: 1935. My husband was wearing it on a silver chain when we first met. He explained that it belonged to his dad, who died when he was twelve. He said: “If I ever have a son, I am going to name him after my father.” And so, a few years later, our boy was born. He was named for my husband’s father. And he was given the basketball pendant on a silver chain when he was too young, really, to be mindful of it. One day it disappeared. We retraced our steps, hundreds of times, over the days, weeks, months. We have moved a couple of times since then. The pendant has never resurfaced. It’s silly, perhaps, to mourn for a thing, but such a loss is more than material; it’s for the history and person and love attached to it…I prayed many times that the little old basketball pendant from 1935, lost in the 1990s, might still find its way back to us someday.

It hasn’t yet.

But that doesn’t mean it won’t…

8 thoughts on “Lost and found

  1. Fran. Metal detector. IF you have an idea where it might be, they can work. My husband lost his prep school ring by accident on a field at the Y summer camp he was working at. A girl asked to look at it and then dropped it in the grass. Others were around so they all looked for a long time but no ring. Guessing 1964 maybe. (I bet someone stepped on it!) Fast forward to around 2000 and someone had a detector. He knew the spot and there it was, buried a little down in the dirt but it was fine. Have faith. You never know. (Of course he had been at that camp for years and knew it and recalled the specific spot due to a hill and section, but still. Imagine that.) There’s a chance.

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    • We believe we know where the basketball pendant was lost… my son doesn’t live too far from there now. May ask the folks who live there if we can take a metal detector. AMAZING that the ring was recovered! I do believe – it is possible! Thanks, Janet ❤


  2. Fran, this is beautiful! I have a piece I’m working on about my St. Simons bracelet and ring that my mother and father gave me – and that were not pawned with the stolen pieces. I’m praying your basketball makes it back to you and the only pawned piece of mine still braking my heart – my great grandmother’s wedding band. We can only know miracles when we are looking fir them.

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  3. Ohhh Fran. I KNOW that feeling, that heartsick feeling that goes along with losing something so wonderful and special.

    And yes, my logical brain tells me that things are THINGS, that they can’t and won’t ever replace the people attached to them. My heart, however, demands otherwise…

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    • —for it is the meaning and emotion that matter; the person represented by the thing is the real treasure. That is what our hearts understand and need to hold onto. My logical brain sighs in submission and redirects itself into the logical task of locating the lost thing!

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