What’s one thing you own that holds deep sentimental value?

A piece of matter. Interconnected neurons that one cannot see. Instant recall of events, faces, names, happy feelings recalled, embarrassing moments relived, lessons learned, lessons forgotten and re-learned with a kick up the bum.

All triggered by a sight, a noise, a smell, a touch, a comment or just nothing knowingly tangible but a vivid picture is in my mind and you cannot see it. You cannot be part of that beautiful place.

And I cannot insure it. Once it’s gone, it’s gone.