Loss Lesson
Last week was a good week with two weird exceptions. On Tuesday last, I misplaced my sunglasses. They disappeared without a trace and without a hint as to how I might have lost them. They were there then they were gone. On Saturday, I lost my money clip with $200 attached. It either fell out of my shorts pocket at the football game or disappeared from my car in the parking lot, I might have left the car unlocked and the clip on the center console. It’s a possibility. It was a busy evening, and I was distracted.
Even now the losses leave a void in the pit of my stomach. I bought the sunglasses on my trip to Red River in February, and had good memories attached. The money clip was leather bound with a UH logo on it. I guess it’s appropriate I lost it at a UH football game. The lost dollars hurt of course, but I rationalized that maybe someone else needed it more.
But losses are losses and now I feel a bit less whole. And those losses remind me of other losses, especially the big loss of my wife in 2020. I’ve done a fair job of piecing myself together after that, although maybe I was getting cocky and needed a slowing down. It worked. I’m reminded once again of the fragility of things and life and the temporary nature of it all and the need to slow down and savor the moments and take my time because you never know how much time you have.