Things That Matter _ necklace


What’s the value of a jewel? Why do we assign a meaning to, let’s say, and engagement ring? It’s just a piece of metal. It’s mysterious and kind of nonsense to me.
I’ve never wore gold my entire life.
I find jewelry silly and pretentious. Maybe because I’m not that ladylike. Or maybe because I always try to contradict my mother – she calls this “the last sparks of adolescence”.
But this necklace is an exception.
It belonged to my grandmother. My grandfather left it in a box we opened after he passed away. It had my name on it.
He was one of the best people I’ve ever met in my entire life.
He left us without previous notice at the beginning of the summer, a couple of years ago.
I was back from the US. We don’t live in the same city, and I was lazily postponing my visit. I was busy, I think, but it wasn’t real busy, it was just routine and lame work.
And then he died and I didn’t have the chance to say goodbye.
I don’t want this to be a tragic story. I think my grandfather had a pretty happy life. I was lucky enough to meet him too. I feel grateful.
I want this to be the story of a necklace that somehow makes me smile every time I wear it. And that’s very powerful and impressive for a piece of metal.

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