The closest thing I can point to is a watch from my late Grandpa. It’s an old pocket watch from the 1940’s. There is a lot of perceived material and sentimental value in the pocket watch.

I cannot tell you where it is located at this moment. In a box, likely, somewhere, tucked away safely.

This watch disappeared from my life for a decade. Somehow, it has existed on my person through a housefire, homelessness, and myriad events and tragedies. I am not going to pretend to know how it survived all these calamities. I didn’t exactly keep track of it. I only know I found it in a box recently.