pieces and pearls

the past few weeks have been some of the hardest. i never knew that i could be so crazy during a stateside, semi-short tdy, but I have. the past few days have been the worst. it's like all of a sudden the string snaps and the pearls go flying everywhere. in 2005 my beloved great grandma was slowly leaving this earth in her home, i was 22. she loved to wear fake pearls. she had a strand that almost reached my feet, and after sitting with her for a bit i saw them and put them on. i needed some air so i went downstairs. as the elevator door opened and i stepped off the elevaor on the third floor the stand of pearls snapped. they flew everywhere. as i sobbed i got on my hands and knees and gathered every single one of those peals and carried them back to her apartment in my t-shirt. my grandma stuck them in a ziplock and i never saw them again. until 2006 when i opened a box and there was a strand of pearls, beautifuly tied togehter with matching earrings and two bracelets. my mom had picked up my pieces and not only shared the happiness with me but with my maid of honor and my flower girls. all the pieces came togehter at my wedding. right now the pieces feel like they are still being painstaking picked up and put in my shirt but soon i know they will come togehter and make a beautiful ending.