Taylored Memorial Creations

The Necklace I wear this necklace today, as I wore it every day for years. The shiny, silver, embossed pieces that endured cold weather and hot, sweat and tears, dust, dirt and blood; and dangle unremarkably on their chain around my neck. The same necklace my father wore, my grandfather, and many of my uncles, cousins and my nephew. Although it identifies the wearer, it’s purpose is to identify the remains. There are many just like it dangling from the necks of those brave brothers and sisters who serve side by side and are willing to die for this country. I wear it to honor those I served with, those who serve now, and for those who served before me.

It was about four years ago, and I was facing the dreaded “C-word” diagnosis (thyroid cancer). It was very traumatic, as I was dealing with surgery, radiation, a possible protracted illness, and maybe even death. Also, I was facing the possibility of being temporarily incapacitated and unable to care for myself and my family. And, being the strong, independent, modern-day woman, mother and wife that I am, all of these things were very daunting. So, when my church family heard the news, several people asked what they could do to help. Being that strong, independent, modern-day woman, I told them I would be fine (did I also mention proud...and stubborn?). A few days after the thyroid surgery, I was at a meeting at a local shelter where I served on the Board, and the shelter’s case manager, who was also my friend, asked me how I was doing. I gave her my usual pat answer. “Just fine.” She asked if there was anything she could do for me during my recovery or while I was receiving r...