Strange

I was reorganizing things this week and came across some sweaters that my grandmother knitted. She doesn’t knit anymore. When she made these sweaters for my girls, she declared that they were her last projects. I carefully zipped and hung the sweaters, taking notice of the uneven hand sewing at the zippers’ edges.

Later the same day, I was working on the computer and my daughter noticed something wrong. The ring on my hand, the pearl and diamond ring that my grandmother passed on to me… well, the pearl had disappeared. A little platinum pin was just sitting there, headless in the ring’s center.

Oh, the strange little happenings of a single day… how uneven and empty they make me feel.