In Passing
I rarely wear jewelry, for it simply does not fit into my life style these days. Sometimes, though, when I am feeling a bit overwhelmed, I will put on some fancy, schmancy piece or another, to fortify my soul, perhaps.
Today we went to an opening of an art gallery . We were invited because the owners are our neighbors and, well, that is what ones does, in a small town like this.
Oddly enough, diamonds are terribly expensive in the Netherlands and rarely seen amidst the local folk. I felt the need for a diamond today, not mom’s big old flashy one, but Bucky’s discrete one. She had very slender fingers, size four I do believe, and that ring of hers just fits- very very loosely- on my pinky.
Given her druthers, Bucky would have never have left this ring to me, but she had no choice, that is the sort of ring it is. It had to go to me. The ring contains a diamond which belonged to my mother, one that belonged to Bucky- my grandmother- and one which belonged to Eva- my great- Grandmother. As I sat in the tub this evening, the sparkle of the ring catching my attention, I noticed that there was a fourth large diamond in the ring.
And given the nature of the ring, I knew that one of the diamonds in this ring belonged to my great- great grandmother, Annie O’Neil.
There is no one else it could have belonged to.
Given the nature of the ring.
One day, this ring will be Sally’s, for, that is the nature of this ring.