The Return…

Dear Reader,

Ever have something very dear to you return? Picture this, I was still in high school maybe before then. My mother had a custom necklace made for me. It’s not gold nor valuable for that matter, it’s made of string and has a round stone at the bottom that looks like a brown eye. It’s really cool. Well when I went swimming with my mother to my aunt’s house. I took it off as to not damage it in the hot water.

Then the swim was over, and I forgot it.  She kept it, and for one reason or another always forgot she had it.  About 12+ years later, yesterday, I went over to her house, and there it was as new as if I had just taken it off. She returned it to me. It’s my favorite of all time things. It’s very special, I cannot figure out why, but ever since I lost it, it was like a part of me was not there.  When it was returned to me it was like a long, long journey finally came full circle.

It made me wonder about the things we lose, be it stuff, or friendships or connections with that special someone. Will they ever come back?

Yesterday, I had my memories rush back into my mind like a flood.  I went to Wal-Mart. I was looking for a dry erase board so my aunt found someone to help us, which being the fourth of July it was difficult. Finally near the electronic department, there was a man. When I finally caught up with her, and I saw him, a huge smile spread across my face, and the look of wonder of sorts, was there too. This man, looked like someone I know. I half expected him to reply with an English accent. He finally guided me in the right direction. Then as we were checking out, I saw something quite beautiful. Here it is:

mjcanAnyway, there you have it, I had to get one, as it turns out I occasionally drink Pepsi, but this time coupled with the person I just seen, it reminded me of someone. Then I smiled, I came home looked at the moon for a while sent it all my good thoughts and all in all it was a good day.

About claoclao

I am another soul that came into this world alone and shall inevitably leave said world the same way. It is not the beginning or the end of my life that matters, only the middle.

Posted on July 5, 2012, in Journal and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. What do Pepsi and MJ have in commom? They’re both the king of pop!

  2. Thank you for the smiles. I will make sure to drink more Pepsi now. Although I’m sure my Coca-Cola cred, is going to go down hill from there. Always Coca-Cola, Yeah *sings the rest of the tune to herself* Gets interrupted by MJ’s “it’s a Pepsi Generation” argh can’t decide, I want them both!

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