Marvelous Mystery

It was a tiny little silver jewelry charm...the kind of charm that belonged on a chain. But there was no chain and apparently no owner. The charm mysteriously appeared with the coins my dad had collected. He had taken them to the bank to be counted and deposited. No time to wait, he had somewhere to be.

It was a beautiful spring day and also the start of Holy Week. The sheriff said it was a single car fatality. A rollover accident on a country road. Easter had just became a bit more personal.

The bank called, expressing condolences but also to inform her of the jewelry charm. My mother had never seen it before. She didn't know how it ended up in my dad's possession. It was a mystery.
The jewelry charm was that of a crucifix.

Shortly after, she found a chain, perfect for the precious little charm. A sweet reminder of death and life. Faithfully she wore that necklace until one day, it was just gone. Never to be found again. A mystery. Her memory had begun to slip and she no longer remembered the significance of the little cross nor the date and event it was discovered.
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But I still remember.
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