“Unraveling Secrets of the Heart: Deborah Derrickson Kossmann’s Journey in ‘Lost Found Kept’ Reveals the Power of Redemption”
The hardest thing to think about now is what I didn’t keep or that we didn’t find. I suppose I am my mother’s daughter in a way, so it’s the loss that resonates for me. Some of my other school artwork was ruined (I was originally going to be a visual artist until I changed majors in college). I think about the brass bookends shaped like ships that she’d probably gotten for me because she knew they’d remind me of my favorite Narnia book. They ended up being auctioned because we were so overwhelmed. I still feel terrible that we never found my sister’s baby book. Both my sister and I did a lot of cleaning out in our own houses after this experience. It became very important to both of us to be intentional in our relationships with “things.”
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