*41* Just meer stones

It's funny the value we put on objects. How they come to be of value in the first instance by means of market value and actual worth, or simply the value we place upon them ourselves.

 

My ring is valuable and it's worth a bit of spondulicks for sure and of course I value it's meaning. These pearls however are of no value in terms of monetary worth. But they were my Grans pearls. She treasured them and wore them for best. She never really had anything of any monetary value in her life but she never saw this as a bad thing - anything she ever had she gave away. Even down to sweets she won at bingo! They are all I have of hers and I often take them out and just hold them and remember her for a while. They used to smell of her perfume - but sadly over the years this has now gone.

 

So back to the value of these pearls. Nothing could replace them, nor the memories that they hold. So they are priceless. Plain and simple.

 

I guess what I am getting round to is that sometimes in life things happen that make us stop and put a true value on what's really important. It happens to us all I am sure and it puts thing all in perspective.

 

And yes I cried while writing this, I miss her.

 

Texture courtesy of: Paree

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