Ok, I'm gonna tell something on myself that is gonna make me seem shallow. No laughing please. I have actually cried over a broken vase tonight. Well, not just tonight, but today and tonight.
This was no ordinary vase. It was 5ft tall and gloriously suited to all of my other belongings. It was the kind of piece that people would notice immediately as different and beautiful. I know, it's still a vase, why am I crying over it?
I have lost so much over the past few years that any small thing gone now kinda sends me into a mini depression. This was not a small thing to me. It represented a happier more prosperous time in my life. I doubt I will ever be able to replace it.
After it met its ill fate (worse still, it's ill fate was not brought on by me, maybe that would have been easier). I put the bottom half out by the curb to be picked up by the garbage men (the bottom half still 4ft tall). My daughter suggested that perhaps I could still use that and cover the upper cracked off portion with greenery or even try to glue all of the pieces together. So I accepted that may be better than no vase at all. She graciously went outside to bring it back into the house. It had been so shattered that upon trying to move it, it cracked into an additional million pieces. Pieces only large enough to sweep together instead of glue together.
More tears.
It wasn't just a vase. It was a part of my life. It was one of my favorite parts. I am reduced to crying over a vase...yet again.
Malicious Extrapolation
9 years ago
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Bonnet gave me a tall vase when she moved to CO. I spent nearly a year finding exactly the right flowers to put in it. Buying one stem at a time, rearranging, taking out, buying new ones. When I finally got it EXACTLY how I wanted, I would just sit on the couch and look at it. Happy. A week after it was perfect, Will and Steve knocked it down rough-housing and broke it. My special flowers are now tucked up behind a piece of petrified wood on the mantel. I get made every time I see them. Probably doesn't feel like it now, but it's probably best it's totally gone.
ReplyDeleteWhat hurts, hurts. It doesn't matter if it makes sense to anyone else. Grieve.
well, at first i thought it was foolish to cry about the lost $. but that's probably not what this is about.
ReplyDeletekeep your eyes open for a nice milk can.
Here's an idea. Mayber the person that broke it should keep their eyes open for a nice milk can.
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