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Hold Me Close

When my Mom was sick she said she wanted me to put her ashes in jewelry.

I very jokingly and lovingly told her she pestered me so much now why in the world would I want to carry her around with me everywhere I went. I will never forget how hard we laughed standing in the hallway and she said, "Nik, I'm going to pester you even after I'm gone."

Now here I am wanting nothing more than to wish she was here with me to go everywhere by my side. I often times consider carrying her urn with me but my fear is that it will open and she will go flying everywhere in the truck.

It's a joke, not the taking her with me but the ashes flying everywhere part. You are allowed to laugh about grief, cremation, ashes and urns after you lose your Mom.

I've searched lately for jewelry that was pretty enough for everyday occasions and didn't look like a necklace urn. I came across this beautiful necklace today and wanted to share it with you in case you are searching for something like this also. It's a really good price and comes in two different colors it also has a beautiful saying on the back.


  1. I lost the man that raised me since I was 4 years old on October 18th 2016. I never remember a time in my life that he wasnt there. He taught me to drive, he walked me down the aisle when I said I do, pretty much everything a father is supposed to do.

    For Christmas, my Mom got me an Urn necklace and gave it to me the 1st week in December. It took me 3 weeks to get the courage to open up my vile
    of Rick's ashes to fill the necklace. So I sit at the dining room table with the instructions. I make my funnel just as it tells me to. I stare at this tiny hole I am supposed to funnel his ashes into. How am I supposed to do this? I take a deep breath and just do it. I have ashes all over my table. I did manage to get some into the necklace but most was all over my table.

    My husband tells me to just sweep it up. I'm appalled he would even suggest throwing my Dad away. Eventually I swept him into my hand and put him back into my vile.

    Weeks later I got the courage to share this story with my Mom. And she share hers with me. I think it was the 1st time I got to hear her really
    laugh since he'd been gone.

    My daughter says to me everytime I wear my necklace, "Aww, Mommy, you're keeping Pappy close to your heart today"


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