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Have you guys ever lost something dear to you ?

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I cant seem to find my dad's Binocular's. He passed away when i was 11 and that was 11 years ago almost. Last i saw them was about a year ago in the house when i was using them inside to look at a eagle i saw at the river behind my house, but now i cant find them anywhere. I looked in drawers, in the bookshelf, the wall units, boxes, closets everywhere. It like disapeared outa thin air and to this day i have a sinking hole in my heart everytime i remember that i cant find it.

I suspect my brother lost them or brought them outside and some kid stole them, or that my mom's boyfriend pawned it like he did my xbox360 behind my back. Doesnt stuff like this burn on you ? I cant seem to lose the fealing that i lost something that belonged to my dad and i might not ever see it again... Anyone ever have something similar happen them ? Its a fealing i cant describe, i would almost give anything to have them back
 
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not material things.. I've had very important material things but it is easy to get over because, as in this example, its just a fucking pair of binoculars. Things could be worse.
 
Well nothing can be more worse then having your father dying and then losing one of the few things you have left of him on top of that
 
Originally posted by: Candymancan21
Well nothing can be more worse then having your father dying and then losing one of the few things you have left of him on top of that
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You're right. There is nothing worser.
 
Originally posted by: SonnyDaze
Originally posted by: Candymancan21
Well nothing can be more worse then having your father dying and then losing one of the few things you have left of him on top of that
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You're right. There is nothing worser.
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Learn proper grammar, it's "Ain't nothing can't be no worser..."
 
Originally posted by: Candymancan21
Well nothing can be more worse then having your father dying and then losing one of the few things you have left of him on top of that
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Your father dying is terrible. Losing a pair of binoculars has nothing to do with that, and to attach that disappointment to the same grief as losing your father is probably an insult to your father's memory (god rest his soul). Not that you meant it to be, of course, its understandable why you're upset, but it isn't right why you're upset.
 
I was given a red sea glass ball that looked more like a red stone, by a native American Indian when I was a kid, I had it for ages but dummy me let some chick I was seeing in my early 20's hold onto it because she liked it and of course we split and I never saw it again 🙁

 
You guys really are idiots who can't see the meaning of it all, even in a simple pair of binoculars.
The eagle was his father, and he wanted him to see him one last time.
He did, and therefore the binoculars ceased to exist. (In this mortal plane.)
 
This one's sad/happy. I had an old picture of my mother when she was a teenager. There's very few pictures of her at that age, and I really liked it. Well it got misplaced for about 20 years. It wasn't where I remembered putting it, and I had no idea where to look. Last year I was going through some of my old baseball cards, and I found the picture in the middle of the deck :^) That had been bothering me a long time, and it was like xmas having it turn up. I scanned the picture, then blew it up, and printed it. I gave a framed copy to my mother for xmas :^)
 
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This one's sad/happy. I had an old picture of my mother when she was a teenager. There's very few pictures of her at that age, and I really liked it. Well it got misplaced for about 20 years. It wasn't where I remembered putting it, and I had no idea where to look. Last year I was going through some of my old baseball cards, and I found the picture in the middle of the deck :^) That had been bothering me a long time, and it was like xmas having it turn up. I scanned the picture, then blew it up, and printed it. I gave a framed copy to my mother for xmas :^)
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Awesome. I tend to collect nostalgia and losing something like that would have been depressing.
 
Originally posted by: Candymancan21
I cant seem to find my dad's Binocular's. He passed away when i was 11 and that was 11 years ago almost. Last i saw them was about a year ago in the house when i was using them inside to look at a eagle i saw at the river behind my house, but now i cant find them anywhere. I looked in drawers, in the bookshelf, the wall units, boxes, closets everywhere. It like disapeared outa thin air and to this day i have a sinking hole in my heart everytime i remember that i cant find it.

I suspect my brother lost them or brought them outside and some kid stole them, or that my mom's boyfriend pawned it like he did my xbox360 behind my back. Doesnt stuff like this burn on you ? I cant seem to lose the fealing that i lost something that belonged to my dad and i might not ever see it again... Anyone ever have something similar happen them ? Its a fealing i cant describe, i would almost give anything to have them back
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That sucks. Sounds like she's dating a real winnar...

 
Yea i got the 360 back tho i found out he pawned it and shreded the recipt, but i went in the shredder and luckily the paper was a yellow peice of paper. So i took all the yellow paper out and made a mat of tape on the table and started peicing it all back together with tweezers. I finished in it a day or so and got my 360 back.
 
I was given a watch that was on my Daddy's wrist when he was shot down over Hanoi.

He was captured, put in a Vietnamese prison camp. He knew if the g**ks ever saw the watch it'd be confiscated, taken away. The way my Dad looked at it, that watch was my birthright. He'd be damned if any s****s were gonna put their greasy y***a hands on his boy's birthright. So he hid it in the one place he knew he could hide something. His ass. Five long years, he wore this watch up his ass. Then he died of dysentery, he gave his army buddy the watch. His buddy, in turn, hid this uncomfortable hunk of metal up his ass two years. Then, after seven years, his buddy was sent home to his family. And then, I was given the watch.
 
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