My favorite thing about lost things is clearly remembering thinking “I’m going to put this (the currently lost thing) right here (wherever in the world that was that you cannot now recall for love nor money) so I can find it next time (and right NOW is “next time”) I need it”.  Yep!  My favorite.  And you can look high and low and never find it.  Or maybe you finally locate it – after an exasperating search during which you’ve lost every bit of religion you ever thought you had.  Or maybe you find it days later, long after you really needed it.  Or maybe you find it years later – you run across the lost thing and think “Damn! Here’s that thing I was looking for way back when.”

Lost things can be any number of things – from important papers, jewelry, credit cards, pictures, tools, books…………but sometimes people get lost too.  How does that happen?  I’ve lost a few over the years.  I didn’t mean to lose them.  I guess it’s more like they just slipped away.  Their face or a memory of them floats across your mind and you wonder where they are and what happened to them.  Sometimes it’s been such a long time and so far away that there’s no way to even know where to begin the search to find them.  Sometimes they are from a time so lost itself that it’s probably better that those people are lost and remain so.

I’ve been lost myself on a number of occasions – lost in thought, lost in a really good book.  And there have been times when I’ve lost my way – figuratively and literally.  Sigh…. But that is a story for another time.

And there are lost souls too.  Or at least that’s what we call them.  My Uncle Jack was one of those.  My grampa said on his dying bed to my daddy:  “I know you think I didn’t treat you right sometimes – that I seemed to favor Jack.  But that wasn’t it.  I was just trying to bring that lost sheep back into the fold.”  It broke my daddy’s heart to think of his own daddy’s deep regret in losing his son.  And that story broke my heart too.  And sad as I am for both my grampa and my daddy I am sadder still for my Uncle Jack.  Well, that is if his soul is really lost.  But somehow I don’t think it is.  I think you can lose a lot of things but I don’t think you can lose your soul.  I think God has put them in that place where we just can’t quite remember where they are but they show up in the end. 

10 Comments

  1. Celia Hales says:

    This was several emotions–fun but also poignant. Good writing!

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    1. Thank you for your kind words, Celia. And thanks for reading 🙂

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  2. heimdalco says:

    Lovely post. Most of us lose things now & then. It just seems more often as we get older. Mostly I hate finding myself looking for something & forgetting WHAT it is as opposed to WHERE. It’s pretty much the same thing, though, when 25 years later you suddenly remember why you were standing in the pantry that snowy day. I don’t think souls really get lost either. They usually turn up after a while …

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    1. Thanks so much for reading

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  3. Years ago, circa 1970, I almost lost my car in the huge parking areas that surrounded Shea Stadium in New York City (I was there to watch a baseball game). I looked and looked but couldn’t find the car after the game. I finally saw it after just about every other car had departed the premises. Neil S.

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    1. Aggghhh!!!! My worst nightmare!!! Losing my car. 😦 I didn’t include it in the list of possibilities – altho clearly I should have. LOL

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    2. Eileen Clark says:

      I had the same experience in the Dallas Convention Center parking lot in Dallas Texas, took hours and an almost empty lot before I saw my car, very sad. 😦

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  4. Judy Essick says:

    I (along w/many others, I’m sure) can identify with the sentiments of this writing more and more every year. You ended in a most toucihng and beautiful way.

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    1. Thank you for reading, my dear friend.

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  5. Lovely … & God probably puts those lost souls in that one place he knows he will be able to find them …

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