So I'm just going to copy and paste my submission from reddit onto here...
I’ve already told this to everyone I know. It wasn’t even recent, it was mid-June. But I figured 2X might appreciate this story.
My Mom died of cancer 4 years ago this past June. She was diagnosed, and then passed away 6 months later. We were very, very close. I was only 20 when she passed, too young to lose your mom, and she was 51, too young to die.
January 2007, she went down into the living room where my Dad was reading, or doing something boring for work, and she stood in front of him, telling him where she was going to hide her pearls. The pearls he gave her as a wedding gift, 31 years ago now. She said he had to know where they were when she was gone. He didn’t listen, just said, “Lori, I don’t need to know what you do with your shit, you aren’t going anywhere.” But unfortunately she did, and the following June she passed away. We searched every room of that house, many times, looking for her pearls. In every pocket of every jacket, every hidden compartment anywhere in the house, in every seat cushion. Nowhere. And my Dad 100% blocked out where she told him they were.
I was heartbroken. Since I was little I wanted to wear these pearls on my wedding day, I was supposed to wear them on my wedding day. Just over a year ago my now fiancé proposed (only 9 more days!!!), and while I was overjoyed, I knew in the back of my mind something I had always wanted for that day would be missing. I know it seems “petty” to be so miserable about a strand of nice pearls, but they mean more than that.
I had given up, we all had given up on the pearls, figured they were long gone, we had sold the home, no one said they found them. I didn’t even plan on wearing a necklace anymore, it couldn’t be anything but those pearls.
This June I sent my dad to our safe deposit box to get some of my mom’s really nice jewelry for me to take a look at, as my “something old.” He brought most, almost left one pair of earrings there, but opened the box and thought I might like them, and brought them. I knew the minute I opened that box of earrings (diamond and pearl drop earrings) that those were perfect, and I found my something old. I went to the bathroom to try them on, and took out that little piece that earrings are attached to (you know what I mean, in little jewelry boxes), and something else was there. A little velvet Mikimoto bag. No. Impossible. I opened the bag and there they were. The pearls. I burst out crying (as I am right now), and ran up to my dad’s office with them, couldn’t be them, I had to ask…he looked at me with the most surprised look, started crying too and said, “That’s them. Where have they been?” When I explained where I found them, all he could say is, “This is exactly how your mother wanted them to be found, at this time.”
She hid her wedding pearls under the pair of earrings I chose to wear for my wedding. Four years. Four years they sat there, waiting for my wedding. The earrings with the pearls. I believe she put that little box together for me, knowing I’d find them when I needed them. Four years…and we had all given up hope, but they were waiting for me all along, right where they needed to be.
My Mom died of cancer 4 years ago this past June. She was diagnosed, and then passed away 6 months later. We were very, very close. I was only 20 when she passed, too young to lose your mom, and she was 51, too young to die.
January 2007, she went down into the living room where my Dad was reading, or doing something boring for work, and she stood in front of him, telling him where she was going to hide her pearls. The pearls he gave her as a wedding gift, 31 years ago now. She said he had to know where they were when she was gone. He didn’t listen, just said, “Lori, I don’t need to know what you do with your shit, you aren’t going anywhere.” But unfortunately she did, and the following June she passed away. We searched every room of that house, many times, looking for her pearls. In every pocket of every jacket, every hidden compartment anywhere in the house, in every seat cushion. Nowhere. And my Dad 100% blocked out where she told him they were.
I was heartbroken. Since I was little I wanted to wear these pearls on my wedding day, I was supposed to wear them on my wedding day. Just over a year ago my now fiancé proposed (only 9 more days!!!), and while I was overjoyed, I knew in the back of my mind something I had always wanted for that day would be missing. I know it seems “petty” to be so miserable about a strand of nice pearls, but they mean more than that.
I had given up, we all had given up on the pearls, figured they were long gone, we had sold the home, no one said they found them. I didn’t even plan on wearing a necklace anymore, it couldn’t be anything but those pearls.
This June I sent my dad to our safe deposit box to get some of my mom’s really nice jewelry for me to take a look at, as my “something old.” He brought most, almost left one pair of earrings there, but opened the box and thought I might like them, and brought them. I knew the minute I opened that box of earrings (diamond and pearl drop earrings) that those were perfect, and I found my something old. I went to the bathroom to try them on, and took out that little piece that earrings are attached to (you know what I mean, in little jewelry boxes), and something else was there. A little velvet Mikimoto bag. No. Impossible. I opened the bag and there they were. The pearls. I burst out crying (as I am right now), and ran up to my dad’s office with them, couldn’t be them, I had to ask…he looked at me with the most surprised look, started crying too and said, “That’s them. Where have they been?” When I explained where I found them, all he could say is, “This is exactly how your mother wanted them to be found, at this time.”
She hid her wedding pearls under the pair of earrings I chose to wear for my wedding. Four years. Four years they sat there, waiting for my wedding. The earrings with the pearls. I believe she put that little box together for me, knowing I’d find them when I needed them. Four years…and we had all given up hope, but they were waiting for me all along, right where they needed to be.
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