I traveled about an hour to my sisters for a cook-out and to shoot some fire works in her cul-de-sak. The only other place was a gas station in route to her house. I was back home by midnight sans the wallet.
The credit and debit cards have now been cancelled and new ones are on the way. Once here I have to change my account numbers for bills, paypal etc.
I am looking at replacing my Drivers Lic, SS card, three hunting/fishing licenses (one in state, two out) etc. etc.
Some of those are going to be time consuming, involving trips to the dreaded governmental offices for reissue. Thank you homeland security.
The thing that really burns is the loss of the actual wallet it's self, that over 15 years of carrying this particular wallet, was like a part of me. The irreplaceable things that I carry in it for sentimental reasons. Things like a fishing pier permit that I saved from the last fishing trip I had with my deceased grandfather, had it since I was 14. A coin given to me by a childhood friend who is now gone as well. A concert ticket from a time in my life before any real responsibilities. Of course the pictures. There are more memories but they haven't come to mind yet. Every time they do it will be like another stab in the old sentimental heart.
I haven't lost a wallet since I was a kid. To tell you the truth I had no idea that it would actually be so upsetting. It is a real loss. It makes me sick to think of some less than honest person finding it, rifeling through it for anything of value and discarding the most priceless parts.
