Your True
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January 2004
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My Mother's
Crosses
by Katrina C.
I am 20 years old now. My mother died of cancer when I was 16. As a way of remembering her, my father thought it would be a good idea that my sisters and I each take one of her cross necklaces. It so happens she had three and there are three girls in my family. Two she had since I can remember, one that is a row of tiny diamonds with a gold border and one that was woven gold threads. The third was one that my father had just barely bought her for Mother's Day that had four rubies one on each end.
I chose the one with the diamonds because that's the one I remembered her wearing the most. My sister just older then me picked the gold woven one and the oldest wanted the one with the rubies. It so happens that my mother was wearing that one when she died. The doctors had taken that off and put it in an envelope and given it to my father.
When my father went to get the envelope out of his jacket pocket, he couldn't find it. More than a little bit worried, he went and searched the entire car to see if it might have fallen out. Not finding it there, he went back to the hospital and asked if anyone had found it. Again the envelope containing the cross was nowhere to be found. Finally giving up, my father left the hospital and made a stop by the local college where my brother worked the grounds to take him to lunch. During the course of the lunch, my father went about the events of the day feeling very bad for having lost the cross he promised my sister.
I know I know nothing paranormal yet, but this is where the twist comes in. My father drove my brother back to the college and after parking they both went to get out of the car to have a cigarette before my brother had to get back for work. When my father opened the door and looked down at the ground, there was the cross lying between his feet.
Now it was the middle of the day at a busy college and in the middle of the parking lot. No envelope in site - just the cross lying on the concrete. As I stated before, my dad searched the entire car and its not likely it fell out onto the parking lot. If you ask me, I think it was my mother who placed it there for him to find. Just her last way of saying she loved us and she will still always be there for us when we need her. We just need to look.
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