It was like in beauty and the beast. It hurt me more to leave that knife than to leave my parents. We had two knives, a long one and a short one, when i was growing up. When i was staying with my mom in my late 50's, i found the long one tucked away in a cupboard. It was like finding a long lost friend. Honestly i wanted to talk to it. My brother had long ago taken the short one. I never forgave him for that, more than for anything about how he left home.