Little steps...
Jul. 6th, 2003 07:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cassy_gA long time ago, not too long after I met Daniel, he went out and got his ear pierced. I sent him a few earrings that I found at the Phoenix & the Dragon, mostly celtic knots. I even picked up a few for myself. By the time he moved out here, most of them had gotten lost. Of course, mine started to vanish not to long after that.
A couple of months before he died, he was looking for one of his in particular, and we couldn't find it anywhere, so I gave him the match to it that I still had in my possession.
He was wearing it the day he died.
Two days later, when we were cleaning up for the wake, we found his. I've been wearing it ever since.
It has brought me great comfort over the last two and a half years. I've noticed a habit of twisting it around, especially in moments that I am thinking of him, or am feeling lonely, or afraid.
I stopped wearing a beautiful antique claddagh ring he gave to me some time ago. The earring was the last thing I had left.
Today, I took it off.
For good.
A couple of months before he died, he was looking for one of his in particular, and we couldn't find it anywhere, so I gave him the match to it that I still had in my possession.
He was wearing it the day he died.
Two days later, when we were cleaning up for the wake, we found his. I've been wearing it ever since.
It has brought me great comfort over the last two and a half years. I've noticed a habit of twisting it around, especially in moments that I am thinking of him, or am feeling lonely, or afraid.
I stopped wearing a beautiful antique claddagh ring he gave to me some time ago. The earring was the last thing I had left.
Today, I took it off.
For good.
