I sometimes hide precious things that mean a lot to me. My fear is if my house is ever robbed, i dont want them to find everything in my main jewelry box. Does anyone else have irrational thoughts and behaviors like that? ( I was robbed back in high school so there's a story behind my thoughts. I'll save that for another post). I thought I had lost an amethyst pendant along with my senior class ring from high school. Its been at least 2 years since i had thought i lost them. While working in my home office ( it's messy) on Thursday , I came across an old wooden jewelry box and of all things to found was that pendant ( along with class ring) Daddy had bought that necklace and matching earrings for me when I was in high school or early college. It was my very first set of "real grown up stones". It was funny because he got my birthstone mixed up with my grandmas. Mimi's birthday is February 17 and mine is May 17. I can still remember the look on his face as i was opening my gift. He had his big goofy smile and his eyes were twinkling. He was as excited to give me the gift as i was receiving it. Daddy said to me " its your birthstone right? and i replied No Daddy, its even better, its Purple"! My birthstone is emerald but i think all girls love pink and purple when they're young. I still have the earrings and i had lost the pendant a few years ago or so i thought. I can't help but think that was a sign from Daddy for me to find something so special that came from him on the very day i was grieving for him on his death anniversary. I had shared this story on Facebook that day and one of my friends mentioned that he Regifted it to me. It made me smile and i needed that! Oh and I'm wearing my necklace right now with the pendant.
Saturday was the day of dad's party that i was not looking forward to. Quite honestly, i just wanted to put it behind me. Funny thing is that so many of my family members and friends felt the same way. I ended up having a really nice day. It was emotional yes but it was shared with loved ones. We released 66 balloons ( Mimi had a special larger white one) and we all read a prayer that Deb had printed out on little cards. Then we just relaxed and shared stories about Daddy. There are soooo many stories! Dad was one of a kind and so funny. My stepbrother got a huge fire going outside in the fire pit and had tons of food and drink. Some of my closest friends came which meant so much to me. My grandma Mimi was very emotional when she first arrived. She couldnt stop crying and even said she shouldnt have come. I hugged her and told her that its good to cry on each other's shoulders. She also had a good time and was glad she came after all. Mimi lost her only sister (aunt Edith) last month a few days after Christmas. In fact her funeral is this weekend. I was not very close to my great aunt but i'm going for support to Mimi.
I think i've mentioned before how much i hate January right!!
