Our matriarch lived well into her 90’s, and governed her family with a firm (but gentle), sure hand.
She had already made her mistakes, experienced the losses from such, and was determined to not do so again.
I never really knew what she thought of me because I knew she had made the decision to stick by us – no matter her opinions.
But, the one thing she gave to me that was important to her was a ring that was once hers for me to wear, instead of my simple, silver wedding band.
She told me to one day write my own life’s story, and gave me a look as if to say that she would understand.
I put it on for the first time today in ages, and this fog that has had a hold over me began lifting – as if gifting me with her guidance from another land.
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