Originally Posted by Minnewaska
I will never forget dropping my pocket knife off the dock when I was a kid. Probably about 12 or 13. It was a Boy Scout logo folding pocket knife.
My mom was taking my 86 yr old grandfather on a jet ski ride, and flipped the watercraft. Grandpa was carrying the pocketknife given to him by his father on his 8th birthday, just as he did every day for the preceeding 28,400+ days between his 8th birthday and that day (including 3 years in Italy during WWII). Of course it fell in the drink, never to be found again.
Grandpa passed away a number of years ago and Mom still feels heartbroken about that pocket knife.