The Lost

Mom has lost many things over the years.  The joy of seeing Hannah as a little girl jumping on the bed, her hair flying, her voice singing in giggles after her mother and a friend shared high tea at a bed & breakfast after work is not one of them.  A memory is no small thing.  Joy is the greatest thing.

1. A gold ring that my father gave to me as a child,
2. A red wool winter coat left at a cleaners near Culver City,
3. A blue bird sculpted in glass of cobalt blue,
4. A gold angel clothes hook from the bathroom door in the house in San Diego,
5. A piece of The Rock and a husband that she left in San Diego,
6. A gold coin -- half eagle -- a gift from a friend who lived in Bonita,
7. A few friendships -- including with her daughters and her brother,
8. One automobile and one house, both lost in The Great Recession, and a few pets that died,
9. My only brother who has disappeared, and
10. On Saturday 14 June 2014, the friendship ring that Grandad gave me last Christmas.

The Price of an Education 
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