March 30, 2012
the simple gold ring that my great cousin yvonne wore during her years, provides me with strength, courage, and humility. the bracelet that my mother-in-law gave to me - the one she took off her wrist and put on mine - i'll never fully be able to grasp how much it means.
the necklace from my grandmother. it holds my french history, my ancestry in its tiny little palm. as i get older, i recognize that this beloved generation is slowly unraveling. with it, the stories that have never been told, the places that will someday only be in my heart - a vision once told.
these little artifacts provide a gentle reminder that love lives on. that stories will always be told, even if the storyteller changes. that this life is precious and all too quick, but that we are really never in it alone.