When my cousin brought out this rosary, I knew immediately to whom it had belonged.
I recall her holding the silver beads in her hands while praying. I remember as well running the beads through my fingers, admiring the workmanship. Often as children we would admire the small silver purse that the rosary was kept in, exclaiming in delight at the small chain links.
When I look at my grandmother’s rosary I see not only the craftmanship of years gone by, but I also see her face. I recall her voice and her smile. I think of the moments we spent together when she came to stay with us. It is memories such as these that keep her close to me in my heart.
What things remind you of loved ones that are no longer with you?
© Colline Kook-Chun, 2014