Monday, December 7, 2015
Opal Ring and Family
I found the ring my parents gave me for my sixteenth birthday. I put it on, and it fits, and within a few hours my body heat had the opal flickering in the light.
This ring is forty-four years old. The band is so thin, that it is like I am not even wearing it, but there it is, reminding me of another time, that girl that I was, so young and naive.
I am not so naive now, but the ring carries so many memories. I don't know why I stopped wearing it - although it probably had to do with the fact it didn't fit comfortably as I aged and gained weight.
But it is back now where it belongs.
It makes me think of my Dad, and my Mum, and these days I need all the family support I can get.
Yesterday I really wanted to call my eldest sister, but I couldn't seem to pick up the phone and dial the number - within moments a call came through - and you guessed it, there she was, calling to see how I was.
She was there for me.
And then I called my younger brother and he was there for me too. Arriving today for a long breakfast that went well into the afternoon.
It is true. Home is the place that when you have to go there, they have to take you in. For me Family is the thing that when I am brave enough to make the call they are always, always there for me.
My opal reminds me of that.