Familiar
The Call: India — Jessica
Our black lab is a familiar site on the couch in the study. Even though we shoo her off and tell her no, she always seems to jump right back up. And since she always looks so sweet and comfy-cozy, I just don’t have the heart to make her get off. I’m a push-over when it comes to the dogs.
Response: Mom’s Diamonds — Cheryl
When Mom died, I got her engagement ring and the one Dad gave her for some anniversary. She wore the two of them together next to her wedding band (which she never once took off), and seeing them there on her finger was a familiar, comforting site. They signified for better and for worse, in sickness and in health, ’til death do us part. They were reassuring, and not just to Dad.
I wear them on my right hand. They have become such a familiar site that I often don’t notice them. But every so often, I do. That’s when I think of Mom and wish she was still here. That’s when I wish the rings weren’t on my finger at all.
Jessica, your shot of India is absolutely gorgeous.
My mother lost her mother when I was three. She has always worn her mother’s rings as well. I imagine that it’s a space that never gets filled up. I like the way you did the frame with the color vs. black and white. It’s quite a reflective piece.