What the worse thing you ever lost

I was 14 when my beloved maternal grandmother died. I was allowed to choose things of hers which I wanted. The things I chose included her dressing table set, a statue and a beautiful book given to her as a Sunday School prize.

All these had to go into store for three years when my father was posted to Germany. When we returned home and Pickfords delivered all the furniture and effects from storage they were not there. Some years later all the little trinkets of jewellery she gave me as a teenager were stolen.

Was speaking to my sister about this thread and she told me a story about our Nan, if its ok to tell it...Apparently our Nan had a row with my Granddad and threw her wedding ring at him, they were in the yard at the time and she could not find the ring anywhere, however she did find it 24 years later in the banana plant!!!

My father was in the RAF in WW2, and was killed 6 months before I was born. My mother remarried when I was 3. When I was married and with baby number 1, she gave me her first engagement ring, but hubby wouldn`t let me wear it, so I kept it wrapped in tissue paper, in a drawer upstairs. One day, I went to get it to have another look at it, and it was gone, never saw it again. We think it was one of the kids, they were only small at the time, but my mother never did forgive me for losing it.

My Husband and my Mum, everything else is just stuff

I lost the victorian amethyst earring my Granny gave me when I was 7 and she had my ears pierced against my parents wishes, stupidly I let my 6 year old daughter wear them at my brothers wedding, but they annoyed her, so I wrapped them in a tissue in my bag........and you can guess what happened later when sorting my bag out with a few glasses of champagne in me.

I left my baby in the co-op once, but thankfully met my neighbour Lil on the way home who asked me who was babysitting ! Luckily he was still there, fast asleep for once !

A very old photograph of a beautiful Edwardian [I think] lady. Given to me because I always treasure and take care of our family photos, but I was quite young at the time and it travelled with me from bedsits to student accommodation and then disappeared. I still have loads of stuff from that part of my life but what happened to that photo is a mystery. And a very ugly ring that I left in a loo one day and it was gone when I rushed back. I've been looking for a similar one ever since.

My ex husband 'lost' my two youngest children in a rubber dingy which was tied to his big toe while he slept. He woke to find them way out to sea as the knot has come untied. Luckily a passing motor boat saved them. Idiot. Wonder why he is an ex!!!!! they were aged 3 and 6

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I'd parked on one of the lower levels of the Victoria Centre in Nottingham. As I manhandled DS2's pushchair out of the lift, I thought DS1
(2 1/2)was close behind me. Not close enough. As I turned round to get him out, the lift door slid shut and no matter how hard I leant on the button, it went on up. Was I frantic? I had to wait until it came back down. DS wasn't in it. I took it back up to the top and went to an information kiosk and miraculously, he had just been delivered to another kiosk, having been able to tell them his name. I was just about to be 'tannoyed'. Those were the worst few moments of my life.

My memory for several days.

A pair of lapis and gold earrings that match my necklace. I can't find them anywhere?

I also lost my knitted doll, Effie, my brother threw her out of the car window and my Mother refused to go back. I was 5 or 6 years old and she was my friend and constant companion, nothing ever replaced her and I can't help wondering if ome of the negative feelings I have about my brother started there.

Ella, the dingy was sailing out from Weymouth on an outgoing tide. The twit ran into the water to swim out but ran back again to leave his watch on the beach (all told by my 12 and 13 year olds who watched the whole sorry scene. Not the brightest knife in the drawer.

I think I've posted this before on another thread, so apologies if I'm repeating myself.

When DH's lovely father died we set about emptying his home and, as we had moved close to help him, we expected to do the majority of the work. We then started getting messages from two of DH's brothers asking us to save this or that for them. Having (willingly) done loads for FiL this was the giddy limit so DH told them they had better come and do something to help. Both brothers arrived and, after a couple of hours rounding up things that they wanted, announced they had to go. DH blew his top and told them to take some bags of rubbish to the tip on the way home - which they did.

A couple of weeks later everyone came to our house for a big share out of the family photos and we opened the carefully preserved bag of photos only to discover that it was full of rubbish and should, obviously have gone to the tip. We can only imagine that the big bag of photos was taken to the tip by one of his brothers on the one day they came to help.

my marbles! sorry but so obvious.