I had gone to a family funeral and met with a lot of my older relatives. The majority of people at this funeral were 60 and up. I was in my 20’s. This was a mix of one side and the other side of ‘one half’ of my family. That sounds so strange but point being it consisted of a lot of distant relatives who wanted to find surviving members of their tree/lineage. I met with some family who were looking for my last name and they were so happy to leave old photos and trinkets that they had saved for years and years in my possession. We talked about who the people were, their stories, and I was in love with every bit of it. These kinds of stories and memorabilia are just absolutely wonderful! Every funeral we have on that side of the family becomes a joyous occasion. We talk of the person and enjoy each others company and of course we cry but we come together as a family.
It was time for me to fly back home and.. I put the prized photos in my suitcase. My jewelry, my glass dishes and family heirlooms… My new doll even.. and the driver looses my suitcase on the road.. It falls out the back of his vehicle and we turn around to find it but it’s nowhere to be seen. It’s not in the street, it’s not on the side. Two suitcases had fallen out and one was retrieved.. Mine was never found.
I was so heart broken. The heart earrings that my dad had gifted me were now forever lost. The photos of long lost relatives that I was so excited to bring home and share with everyone, never to be seen again. My new somewhat sad looking doll was now probably going to be tossed in the streets.. I wish I had my suitcase.. I wish I didn’t lose all of those beautiful belongings.. I still dream that maybe some day, somehow, someone will be able to trace the lost belongings back to me.. But I’m so hard to find. And.. I do feel someone just decided to keep everything for themselves when they opened to see what was inside..
I realize these are just items… but they were so special to me.