Thursday, November 18, 2021

Bracelets

 I now have one of Dads bracelets. Wearing a gold bracelet is not a way I think of him. But I have memories of him wearing it decades ago. 

This bracelet has weight. It’s a living trigger to memories of him.  It’s knowing his skin touched it, even wore away a bit.  My mind has a reminder as I wear it, on the edges of my day, reminding me of being loved. 

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