Friday, May 15, 2009
Sometime in my life I had a very special rock. It looks like it is shaped something like a boat. A little background is needed for this story.
When I was nine years old, we moved to Spain for four years. And then after that we moved to Mississippi for two years. When we were moving to Spain my mom and step dad decided that we would store some things in the top of our house that we were renting out. Since they have both passed away since then, I can't ask them why. I don't know why they didn't think the attic would ruin these things.
Then last year when my mom died, I remodeled the entire house and put it up for sale. As the sale was ready to close there was an inspection done on the house and that is when I found out that all of this stuff was up there, and was told it all had to come down before the closing of the house.
So, as I was throwing out old magazines, warped books, t.v. trays, jars, etc, I came across THE ROCK. This rock I do not remember. But the note that was attached to it, I recognized as my moms handwriting. My mom had passes away only a few months before this, so I started to cry when I saw the note with her handwriting.
It said. "No matter what, do not throw this rock out. It is Doug's and it is very important to him." Joan, 1974. In 1974 I was nine. that was 35 years ago.
I didn't remember the rock or why it was so important. But I had a mission on my hands to try to figure out why it was so important. I called my sister and told her about the note and the rock, and she pretty much told me that I was crazy trying to figure it out. She then told me, "It is just a rock."
Then I went to our next door neighbors and asked them. They had been my family friends since I was five, and they just looked at me funny too. So then I got online and found a geologist for the state and sent him a note and a photo and asked him what kind of rock it was with once again the story of the note and the rock. He wrote back and told me it was a river rock. And told me that it could have been found in any river in America... Wow I was close to solving it now...
So, on my desk sits, THE ROCK. I look at it every day, and wonder, and wonder and wonder. Why was it so important to me in my life! I am not sure if I will ever know why I needed that rock, and why it was so important, but I do know I have it, and will for many more years.