Last year, my one
daughter-in-law made me a necklace, with some stones and three miniature frames
with my family photos. It looked like an antique piece of jewelry, except for
the black cord that tied the necklace.
The necklace was a
beautiful piece of jewelry. What made it special was that my daughter-in-law
took the time to shrink down the family photos of my parents, one of my brother
and I, and one of the four of us.
Finally, I decided to
wear it this past Sunday. I pulled the necklace out of my jewelry drawer and
decided to wear it to church. Besides, afterwards, my daughter-in-law was
having a home jewelry party and she would be pleased to see me wearing the
necklace. Plus, maybe it would give some of her potential customers and idea to
maybe order one.
A few hours later while
sitting at Panera’s, I started to straighten my necklace and found that it was
missing. It was no longer around my neck. I frantically looked around the floor
of Panera’s, the parking lot and my inside my car. Sadly, it was all too clear
that I had lost the necklace at church, or on one of the streets around the
church. I wonder if I will ever find it. I doubt it, unless my prayers are
answered by St. Anthony (patron saint of lost things). Or maybe a
miracle will occur.
Maybe someone might
find it, admire it, and wear it. Maybe they’ll decide it’s a rare antique piece
with photos of a family from days gone by. Maybe they’ll adopt my family as
their own, or be happy to just wear the necklace. Whatever, I hope that they
enjoy and appreciate it, like I had.
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