letting go

Once when I was in elementary school I had a necklace that my dad had given me in my coat pocket. I really liked the necklace, not because it was fancy or expensive but because of who had given it to me. It had, you know, sentimental value. Well, I was running around and playing in the snow and the necklace fell out of my pocket. I looked and looked and even after the snow melted I'd keep my eye out for it but I never found that necklace.

That was probably 25 years ago and it is still fresh in my memory. When things or people are important to me, I am loathe to give them up, even when they're irretrievably lost.