"As she recuperated, Freud wrote an essay called "On Losing and On Being Lost." She wrote that she kept losing objects -- glasses, house keys, articles of clothing, and she started to reflect on mourning. ... She wrote that in her illness, she began to realize that she was losing things in the same way that her children had done -- as a sign of displaced mourning."
Though I always figured that I misplaced things *precisely because* I would, and could, find them again. Not gone for good, you know, unlike the person one mourns.
Otherwise I continue to read my Tang dynasty poets to remind me to be grateful I don't live in the Tang dynasty, but that many people still do.