I can relate to the trauma of lost things. Things that matter, as well as useless stuff. Imagine what it is like for the many people who lose their homes and more in one fell swoop of natural disasters — or who are made refugees by conflict and war. They don’t have the luxury of holding each lost object in their hands until it commands them to let go. Beginning over may be no more than one step at a time, a lean-to, a tent, maybe a home again someday.