As I wound my way past a small jewelry store my eye spotted a gold pendant in the window. The design immediately reminded me of a sentimental piece that had once been stolen from me. I stopped to stare at it. At the time of our burglary we scarcely had anything of value. Yet the one item taken — the sole inheritance from my grandmother a”h — had represented  a large  emotional loss. I had always imagined myself wearing her golden Chai when I myself would b’ezras Hashem be a bubby.

            My spirits were immediately lifted at the thought of buying this familiar-looking piece and I excitedly entered the store the clouds of depression already beginning to dissipate.

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