I wish she knew I would wear her ring.
The one she gave me of discolored turquoise and dented silver. Her hands had become too swollen to wear treasures from her younger days, and I simply smiled, said, 'Thank you," and put the ring in my jewelry box.
The day after she died I put it on, and I wished I had worn it every day she was alive. So maybe she could have known it really did mean something to me. That something she found to be beautiful and a part of her youth didn't live the rest of its life locked in a dusty box. That I thought it was beautiful too.
Not because it is. But because it was to her.
I want to think she knows now. She gave me two of her beautiful dresses that she bought mail order. She got too small to wear them and gave them to me last summer. They are long sleeve and I can't wear long sleeve when its the least bit warm. I wish she knew how much I love them, treasure them and have worn them both recently.
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing Clare. I bet you looked lovely!
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