When I first saw the picture of my Great Grandmother as a little girl, my breath caught and time transported me to that moment. Her eyes captivated me. She was so young, but I could see longing and sadness in those eyes. What was she thinking in that moment? What had she seen that could give her that expression? I wanted to reach through the picture and hug her. Put my forehead up to hers and wordlessly acknowledge her old soul in that moment. The second thing I noticed in the picture is the locket that is around her neck. I immediately wanted to find out what happened to it. I needed to know it was not lost to time. That where ever it ended up, it was being cared for. It seems silly to say such a thing, but it was the reaction I had.
Four years later, I have found out what happened to that locket. It is still in the family, thank goodness, worn by Italy's granddaughter and great granddaughter. They love that locket so much that they share it. One day, I hope to see it in person. This locket has been in my family for well over a hundred years, since at least 1910. I wish it could speak. What would it say if it could? Would it cry out for my great grandmother? Would it tell tales of adventures she had? Would it sing songs from her youth with a laugh and a twinkle? Would it cough, in remembrance of the time spent on the mountain, trying to get rid of the "bugs" from Tuberculosis? Would it weep at the memory of Italy's losing her siblings when she was young or for losing her mother? I wish it's shallow depth could hold the scent of my Great Grandmother. I would wrap myself around it and breath in the life that I am constantly reaching for.
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