Do you have a piece of jewelry that means a lot to you? Why?
When my mom first got sick, she decided to buy each one of us kids a piece of jewelry. Something that meant something important to her and to the person. Something to remember her and have as a tangible object of her love. She and a friend of hers scoured the city looking for pieces of jewelry as individual as each relationship.
Mine was a locket. Heart-shaped with little rhinestones on it. Silver, because everything I have was silver. Delicate chain, sturdy heart. It was beautiful in it's own way. It came with a note from Mom and it's own purple velvety box. I wore it everyday. For the next year while she was sick and then after she died.
It went through hell, that necklace. I broke the chain twice by forgetting to take it off when I went to sleep. The locket was eaten by the neighbour's dog, Lexi. (That is how I really got to know KB. Nothing brings a group closer than sifting through dog poop.) It was cleaned, but a rhinestone was missing (Lexi has the sparkliest intestines in the business.) I even wore it after that.
I would hold it in my fingers and trace the outline of the inscription with my thumb. It was a comfort and a steadying piece for me. I lost it. Almost two years ago. While walking the dog. I had it when I left, but not when I returned. I searched the whole neighbourhood for it. I continue to do so on occasion.
I bought a replacement for it a few months later because I found out they had discontinued the pattern. It wasn't the same. This necklace has the same inscription and the same little box and sits in a drawer. Untouched.