The oldest thing I’m wearing today is my cross necklace Mom gave me on my 16th birthday. She had it made out of her engagement and wedding rings, and she and Dad were married in 1976. I’m not much of a jewelry wearer aside from rings because I often forget to take my jewelry off before going to sleep and I’m afraid I’ll break or lose whatever I fall asleep in.
My necklace quickly became one of my security items I would wear when I needed Mom most; being admitted to the hospital, having surgery (Mom or Adam would hold onto it until I could put it back on), going to the doctor alone, etc.