I walk out my front door on a sunny Sunday morning.

Expecting just my usual mail I take a step outside.

Only to find a wooden worn down chest

And a note with delicate handwriting set on top of it.

I recognize that handwriting.

My grandma Lucile.

She had passed a few weeks prior.

I pick up the note to read

“My sweet honey bee if you’re receiving this I have passed on. Inside this chest you will find some of my most sacred possessions. I hope you find joy in carrying a piece of me with you.

Sincerely, Lucile”.

With peeked interest I kneel down and take the chest into both my hands making sure not to get any splinters from the aging wood.

I walk inside my home accompanied by a rather playful greeting from my poodle Gregory.

Shimming my way past Gregory I enter my hallway on the way to my bedroom.

I step into my bright pink bedroom. The walls still painted the same color from when I was a kid.

My grandmother Lucile actually helped me pick the color out.

Setting the chest onto my fluffy white comforter I sit beside it on the edge of my bed.

Fidgeting with the clasp I was finally able to get the chest open.

The first thing i see is something I would always play with when I’d go to my grandmothers on the weekend.

An orange cat figurine.

One day while playing with the figurine I accidentally let it slip outta my hands onto my grandmother Lucile’s hard wood floors.

I remember that night she spent hours with me helping me glue it back together.

She knew how much I loved it.

As I sat there looking at the cracks still visible on the cat. running my thumb along them I found myself starting to tear up.

Wiping the tears from under my

Eyes I continue to look through the chest.

I found my grandmothers first pair of pearl earrings shes ever received.

Her mother gave them to her after she graduated. They were still just as shiny as I remember. She always wore them. Everyday.

Rummaging through some more. I found her wedding ring. She always used to tell me if I were to ever get married she would want me to

Use her ring. It was a beautiful rose gold ring with a tear drop diamond in the middle and little round diamonds lining the band. After taking another glance I realize there’s nothing else in the chest. I close it and keep it in my closet for safe keeping. The next morning after a thought filled night with barely any sleep. I get up and go into the closet to retrieve my grandmothers pearl earring from the chest. I go into the bathroom after putting them on and admire the way they shine while recalling all the times she’d wear them. From that day on I have worn them everyday.