I lost a gold locket at a bus stop in 1968. I was sixteen. The locket had one photograph inside, my mother, taken the Easter before she died. It was the onlyy picture I had of her alone. I looked for weeks. I checked the transit office every Saturday. It never turned up….
I was reaching for a bag of Honeycrisp apples when I noticed the gold chain. It was resting right there against her navy blue sweater. I didn’t mean to stare, …
I lost a gold locket at a bus stop in 1968. I was sixteen. The locket had one photograph inside, my mother, taken the Easter before she died. It was the onlyy picture I had of her alone. I looked for weeks. I checked the transit office every Saturday. It never turned up…. Read More