Saying Goodbye to Lindsey

This post is to give rememberance to the umbrella that was stolen some months ago.

It's funny how losing such a supposedly trivial thing, like an umbrella, has had me nearly in tears. I don't cry when my friends didn't choose me for volleyball team or when I got a bloody knee (I just tell myself, "What? So-and-so from such-and-such-book has had WAY worse. This is nothing! Then I focus on how pain feels and ....it's hard to explain. But it's just like feeling denim against your legs or your hair on your head. ) but losing that umbrella? It was so pretty! Hot magenta with black spots everywhere (not big-cat-print spots. Just spots-dots. Polka dots. But...not polka dots.) . . . . it was a gift from my mom. I hadn't even had a chance to USE it!!! I'd never even untied it!!! *sobs*

So I was at gymnastics. I'd been about to leave when I realized my umbrella was GONE. Not in the changeroom, the gym, the CAR, ANYWHERE!!

It was pretty clear that it had been stolen. I hadn't even given my umbrella a name.
Maybe I could have called her Lindsey.
I'm sorry, Lindsey.
I miss you.
I have Aqua (short for Aquamarine. Umbrella that is gray, purple, aquamarine blue and river blue. Same style as Lindsey), but it's not the same. *sighs* I haven't opened her up ever yet, either. I don't know whether to be dispirited about her, or to forget about you eventually and be really happy about her like I had with you. *deeper sigh*

I'm sorry. Bye, Lindsey. Wherever you are. Maybe we'll see each other again. But how will I know it's you, my Lindsey, and not one of your identical siblings?

Good-bye