While some of these stories involved motorcycles, roller skating and historical reenactments, none mention jewelry. As we looked through the assembled necklaces, bracelets and earrings, I wondered where she had worn them, and if they had played a role in any of the stories that had been told to me.
My grandmother died at Christmastime. She had already gotten gifts for the family, and it must have been bittersweet for all that year, opening those gifts and knowing that they were the last ones we’d ever receive from her. As a six year old I didn’t fully understand what was happening, and as my parents gave me my Christmas present from Grandma, they told me that it was a gift from heaven. I unwrapped the china doll with awe, never having received such an offering. Heaven seemed farther away than even the North Pole.
This year would have been my grandmother’s 100th birthday. My aunt arranged an honorary Mass to be said, with a family gathering afterward. It was great to see everyone together, and a touching remembrance of a life. I haven’t decided which pieces I’m going to wear for my wedding, but it’s heartwarming to know that gifts from heaven still appear from time to time, usually just when you need them.
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