About a year ago my Mom gave me this bag of broken necklaces and beads. They were necklaces that were my great-grandmothers. My Great Grandma Ostermiller's who I just so happen to be named after. They had all been broken and needed a lot of tlc. Today as I laid in bed I finally took the time to get them fixed. They all needed re-stringed and repaired. I am really happy with how they turned out and I'm thrilled that I was able to save them from being thrown in the trash. It will be such an honor to wear these items of jewelry. I know every time I put them on, it will remind me of her and her legacy. I never got the chance to meet her, but I know she was a great women from all the stories I've heard. As I've grown up I've often thought about her and what she would think of me. I carry her name and I've never taken that lightly. I can't wait for the day when I can meet her and find out if she was proud of how I lived my life with her name or if I was a disappointment. I am grateful to have these necklaces to wear close to my heart to again help me remember to be a better person and to be someone she would be proud of.
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