Journey of a Pan

I had a lousy day today.  A "no good very bad day."  That is a quote from one of my favorite children's books.  Woke up sick.  Sore throat, achy body, fever.  I slept late.  Spent most of the day being a zombie.  Wearing a t-shirt inside out with a flannel that did not match it over the top of the t-shirt.  Comfy clothes for not doing a darn thing.
Hubby and my son handle the dishes in our home.  Uncle empties the dishwasher, Hubby loads it.  Tonight Hubby brought me my spaghetti pan.  He wanted to know if the stains in the bottom ever came out.  They do not.  This is where life takes a tragic turn.  Hubby points out two chips in the enamel on the bottom of the pan.  What that means is, my spaghetti pan can no longer be used.  It's life span is over.  It was from the set of pots we got for our wedding.  A shower gift from my sister-in-laws.  They were top of the line pans.  The pan that was thrown away was the biggest pan in the set.  The pan was 36 years old.  Tossing it out was painful for both Hubby and I. 
It was a good pan.  Gave us plenty of good food.  Probably some bad food along the way too.  The pan lived in 3 apartments, one rental house, and three houses we owned.  It lived in three towns if you count the twin cities as two towns (and we do).  I used that pan to make the mashed potatoes for the Christmas dinner at our house that Hubby's parents and my Mom were at.  I can vividly remember peeling potatoes and listening to my Mom complain about the way I did it.  That kitchen was not big enough for three adult women. 
I used that pan to boil the eggs for us to color at Easter.  It was the pan I used when I cooked up double amounts of hamburger to freeze to make cooking easier during the week.  I put water in that pan when I was washing my babies!  Now I have gone too far. 
The first apartment we lived in had an electric stove.  I was not good at an electric stove.  Four places we lived had electric stoves.  Things got burnt on those stoves.  All the houses we owned had gas. 
I can go back to those memories like they were yesterday.  It went so fast.  How did one of my good pans wear out after only 36 years?  My point is, it made me very sad to see my pan go.
It was a terrible, horrible, no good very bad day!