what made it special, & did you ever get it back?
2006-12-07 12:36:28 · 29 answers · asked by enki 4 in Arts & Humanities ➔ Philosophy
my son...he was the most wonderful, most precious thing that ever to me in life..the day I held him I knew I was finally someone special with a meaning and a purpose.You never realize how important someone is until they are gone.
2006-12-07 12:44:50 · answer #1 · answered by chilover 7 · 4⤊ 0⤋
My mother and father and I got into an argument over 5 years ago I was 39 then, I was called last year in Aug. to be told my mother was dying of cancer, I left everything and stayed until her death in Oct. that same year. Yet the year before in Sept. my son was killed in a car accident- no-one came to me even though I was a 6 hour drive. I have lost all trust and the years of being told what the importance of family really means, and to this day I have not gotten it back nor do I want a family that is not there unconditionally at any cost or words.
2006-12-07 21:04:25 · answer #2 · answered by Laureen C 1 · 1⤊ 0⤋
The trust of a loved one. I made a mistake and covered it up, lied, and went to great lengths to keep my mistake a secret. It was a lot of work to keep my mistake hidden. I forgot how much I was loved and cared about, I forgot that I would have been forgiven. Despite my sea of lies, the truth eventually was uncovered. Not only did I have to explain the mistake, I had no excuses for the lies and deception. I lost the trust of a person who took my word as my bond. If I said something was so, she believed in me without fail. I betrayed that trust. Without trust you have no relationship. By and by, I had to work to gain that trust back, confess, take responsibility for my actions and ask for forgiveness.
This was the most valuable thing I have ever lost and then regained.
A thought provoking question! Thank-you.
2006-12-07 20:57:55 · answer #3 · answered by littlebunny101 2 · 1⤊ 0⤋
The most valuable thing that I lost was poems that my husband wrote me when we first met. My husband was the first guy who ever loved me as much as I loved him and being the first guy to ever write me poetry and the meaning of absolute love behind them. I told my sister to hold on to them because I moved in with him after my seventeenth birthday but my parents and my sister moved after I moved. Those poems are still lost today but I only have a few left.
Another valuable thing I gave to my sister's boyfriend to clean was my father's track medal. My father gave this to me a few months before he died and I was completely stupid to let it go and I never got that back either.
2006-12-07 21:21:17 · answer #4 · answered by Dimples 6 · 1⤊ 0⤋
Things from my childhood. I had lots of things I did when I was in school, drawings, crafts, etc... but it was all lost a couple of years ago, and I'll never be able to get it back, or be able to buy it from any shop or internet site. So it is valuable in a priceless way.
2006-12-07 20:50:26 · answer #5 · answered by animefreak1886123 1 · 1⤊ 0⤋
The number one valuable thing Ive lost was my necklace that was past on to me from many years before me and the thing is I was little and it broke into pieces down the drain.
2006-12-07 20:46:26 · answer #6 · answered by Jessica T 2 · 0⤊ 0⤋
I lost my grandpa. Of course I never got him back, because he died of cancer. What made him so special besides the fact he was family, he was also my friend, grandpa, teacher, and my guardian angel. He taught me so may things that have helped me in life. I loved him so much. I miss the wisdom he gave me. I mainly miss him because he was the only person I could talk to with nothing to hide.
2006-12-08 22:13:42 · answer #7 · answered by Misguided Rose 5 · 1⤊ 0⤋
I think the most valuable things I've lost would be.. my love for spirituality and certain long term friendships with people.
2006-12-07 21:23:10 · answer #8 · answered by arsenalthierry 2 · 1⤊ 0⤋
my first love...man, I loved him alot...alot...alot. Funny thing is that he loved me, too. We found love and found it everywhere. I don't mean just sex. Although that was incredible for 8 years. 2-3 times a day. Seriously, but also incredible romantic, like the rivertube for two for 3 hours on a weekday when no one else was in the river and we made out and played and made out some more.
Unfortunately, all the men in his family lusted after other women. He just learned as a child that men could have their cake and eat it too, and his culture's women accepted that. He just forgot that I was from a different culture and wouldn't accept his way of life.
Did I ever get it back? No...I never trusted anyone as much as I did him. The really sad thing is the exact same thing happened to our son. He loved a girl very very very deeply and well, she used him. He dated her, married her and she dumped him in 3 weeks. "I'm tired of being married." she said, and left him for a man twice his age.
It's a sad thing to love and lose. It's even more of a sad thing to be a romantic, to love and lose.
2006-12-07 21:54:40 · answer #9 · answered by Anonymous · 2⤊ 1⤋
When I was in my teens, my father put all of my worldly posessions in a storage room and sent me to live with my mother. I could not make the monthly payments on my own, and I lost everything: diaries, pictures, yearbooks, etc. It still makes me sad thinking about it.
2006-12-07 20:44:24 · answer #10 · answered by Marina C 2 · 1⤊ 0⤋