Mom’s sister, my aunt, had died years later, and the estrangement had never resolved itself.
It was a wound that never healed.
My mother had written:
“I watched my mother’s necklace end a lifelong friendship between two sisters. I will not let it do the same to my children. Let it go with me. Let them keep each other instead.”
I closed the diary and sat with that for a long time.
She didn’t want the necklace buried with her out of superstition or sentiment. She wanted it buried out of love, for Dan and for me.
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