The Statue

No, I have not found religion.  But the above picture is a representation of a statue that belonged to my mother.  It is the Blessed Virgin Mary.
 My mother was Catholic.  I was raised Catholic but quit practicing once I got out of the house because it just didn't make sense to me in so many areas but we won't get into that.  This is a story of a statue.
It's very interesting to me that sometimes the smallest of items can make the biggest of impressions on you.
For as long as I can remember and this is going way, way back to 4 or 5 years old, my mother had a statue of the Blessed Virgin Mary somewhere near her kitchen sink.  I have no idea why and I'm sorry now that she's gone that I never asked her why. I can remember playing with this statue and being fascinated by Mary's lovely long and wavy hair. 
The statue is not made of fine china rather it's plastic but really, really lovely in it's own right.
As we moved from duty station to duty station our house didn't seem complete until the Blessed Virgin took her place near the sink.  Once that was done...we were Home.
Saturday my sister and I were at my dad's home helping him get organized and happened to notice that the Blessed Virgin was not in her rightful place.  I actually think she was held to the area behind the sink with some sort of putty.
I asked my father if he had moved her and he said "No, I didn't".  My sister came into the room and said that it must have fallen somehow into a drawer.  So we stopped right then and there and started to look for the statue.  We looked in the drawers, we looked under the sink, we looked in the pantry, cabinets, refrigerator, freezer and everyplace in between. 
Where or where has Mary gotten to?   We are perplexed and a little bit freaked out. 
The statue is not worth anything but memories to anyone but us.  My father doesn't have that many visitors and I can't imagine anyone taking it.  He has a housekeeper that comes in once a month but I cannot imagine that she would move it without mentioning it to him. 
The statue is sorta symbolic for the home being whole even though my mother is gone.  It's like a little piece of her still remains. 
My sister and I have quizzed the whole family and no one has taken it.   It's certainly a mystery. 
I suppose if I was a praying person I would pray to St. Anthony who is the patron saint of lost things. 
We will continue to look for it until we either find it or decide that somehow mother decided that she needed it more and was able to take it.  I have seen it since she died so I know that no one put it in the casket.    Yes, it's a mystery...