I’m writing these thoughts and memories for myself so I can come back and find comfort. You’re welcome to read them too and in fact, I hope you do. I love ‘likes’ and comments! They keep me going.
Before I went to Oregon for Lorraine’s memorial service I put on the new clothes I had purchased to wear on the day. Jerry gave me his approval but then added, “You need a string of pearls to make it complete!” “Oh,” I said, “I have some pearls.”
The day of the memorial service I got dressed and then realized I forgot to pack my pearls! I mentioned to Christine, my niece, what Jerry had said. She held up her hand and said, “Just a minute,” and hurried off to her bedroom. She came back with a string of pearls and said softly, “These were mom’s.” She fastened them around my neck and we hugged and cried.
During the memorial service I had two parts to read so I was up in front…it wasn’t easy. But I had Lorraine around my neck in the form of her pearls.
At the end of the day I took them off and handed them to Christine. “You keep these, Christine. The ones I have, that I forgot, are my mom’s. And these were your mom’s. What a gift we each have.” We hugged again and cried.