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My mother loved earrings.
She didn't get hear ears pierced until she was in her late 30s. She let me get mine done when I was 13, but she never did hers, although I remember she used to say how much she wanted to and how much she loved earrings.
When she finally did, she almost never went without them. She loved wearing them. It was something you could always get her, and she would love them.
When we went through her stuff last month I tried to get her sister and cousin and my sisters in law to take some, but they all said no. Maybe they weren't ready, maybe they couldn't imagine wearing them...but I couldn't give them to charity, so I took the box, along with a bunch of old pictures, some other jewlery, a jewlery box that belonged to my great grandmother, and some clothes. I packed them into two boxes and shipped them to my store.
They arrived yesterday, and I opened them.
The earrings had gotten considerably shaken up in transit, and many had spilled into the box. I found this disturbing, as if it was disrespectful of FedEx to treat my mother's things that way. Of course, this is silly because I know it's just a box, but nonetheless, it upset me.
I carefully went through the box, sorting the earrings from the packing peanuts and put them all into the earring box in a jumble. Then I took them out to the dining room table and began to sort them. I felt quite driven. It was urgent that I sort these all out right away.
It didn't take too long, maybe about 1/2 hour, 40 minutes or so. As I was finishing, I really began to cry hard. It felt so intimate. They were so special to her. I remembered seeing her wear them, seeing the little bag or box she would travel with when she came to visit me. I knew which were her favorites, which she didn't really wear. It was odd and painful to feel her so close, and not be able to ask where she got a certain pair.
There are about 70 pairs in the box. I really don't wear jewlery much, but I will wear some of these. I will also sort through them and send some to my nieces, her grandaughters.


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May. 12th, 2009 04:56 pm (UTC)
(((((((hugs you tight)))))))

May. 12th, 2009 05:09 pm (UTC)
*hugs* those talismans become so important, don't they? For me, it was the coffee table my father built for me...
May. 13th, 2009 12:57 am (UTC)
That is a sad, but touching entry.
I know it makes her happy that you cared enough to want them and take them.
I hope that they can become happy tears soon.
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