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Created on: December 10, 2008
The Christmas Locket
The gold filigreed locket glistened amongst the treasures collected in the rich jewel box, it's crushed royal velvet lining, though worn, only added charm. Rachael picked up the piece recalling when she'd received it, as a tear made it's way down her cheek. She forced a smile then bowed her head surrendering to the tears, allowing her heart to mourn.
Rachael wasn't ready to say goodbye, there was so much she had planned to do..but plans change. As her sobs subsided, Rachael examined the beautiful necklace, it's braided gold chain accented the heart shaped locket. Rachael used her polished nail to open it, looking into the eyes of the most giving loving woman she'd ever known, her mother. " Mom, it's Christmas, how do I get through this without you?" Rachael sighed shaking her head. Was the locket even appropriate to wear for a funeral? It had always been a treasured gift, an heirloom passed along with time. Rachael placed her mother's locket around her neck, struggling with the clasp.
Mark's warm and tender hands touched her neck, as he lightly kissed the top of her bare shoulder. Looking up into the reflection of her vanity mirror, Rachael smiled at the man she'd chosen to share her life. "I can fasten it honey, you okay?" he murmured fastening her locket around her neck for her. Mark's hand lingered on Rachael's shoulders, looking back at her through the same reflective mirror. "I love you, you are so good to me," Rachael whispered blinking back tears. Mark turned Rachael to him, pulling her up into his strong arms holding her, gently stroking her graying Auburn hair. Still a vision of loveliness, Mark always saw the girl he asked to marry him in her soft brown eyes. "We have to do this, honey.are you okay?" Mark repeated releasing Rachael, so she could finish dressing, wearing only her bra, a slip, and her nylon stockings. The funeral was in two hours, and they had to be there early.
"Yes I'm okay.it's just, I wish I had more time.seems that's the one thing you can never have enough of." Rachael moved to her closet and selected a dress she would wear. Nothing bold, a dark blue straight flowing shift, with a high neckline, no collar it wouldn't work with the necklace. A few moments later she and Mark walked hand and hand to their car. Mark opened Rachael's door for her, making sure she was safely inside before shutting the door. Rachael clutched her coat closer, she wasn't cold, but felt comfort in the binding, her fingers softly clutched
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