Breakdown

I can't describe to you what it's like to have something so... Irreplaceable, so, valuable yet worthless to the rest of the world. I've written on this blog before about my fireproof box. Full of the few tangible things I have to remember my daughter and her birth. 

This new pendant is made of glass... I'm on edge wearing it, it could break so easily and yet it's purpose is to be on me, be with me always. 

And so I'm faced with a choice, guard it in a box as safely as I can, but where no one else can see it/know about it, or I can wear it boldly, trusting it will get through another day undamaged. 

And please don't tell me it's just a necklace, just an earthly possession because no. It's not. It's part of my own flesh and blood. And it's scary to walk around with that out on display. 

Just another thing a grieving mama has to go through...