We all have those sentimental little baubles. Small treasures; Big importance.
Mine was my guardian angel necklace. I bought it for myself right after my diagnosis, when I was looking for something, anything, to help with the process of acceptance. I wrote about it here.
I wore it almost every day. And it helped.
Yesterday, as Oliver and I walked up the hill to get Jack from school, the clasp broke, and as if in slow motion, it fell from my neck. It was a poignant moment as I caught the angel in my hands. Of all things to break - my guardian angel. It really made me think about why I've been wearing her around my neck for almost a year and a half. Did I still need her? Was I just being silly? Maybe that's why she broke?
I wasn't ready to part with her, so decided to see if I could get the necklace fixed. A jewellery repair place quoted me $40 and a trip to Toronto for some sort of special clasp. Complete BS. So I went to Blue Ruby Metrotown, where I bought it (for only about $50) to see if they had any suggestions. Not only did they help me - they took my necklace, worked their magic with a pair of pliers and a new clasp, and fixed it right then and there. For free. That is some serious customer service. To help a customer with an old necklace, a broken clasp, and a lot of sentimental value.
Thanks Blue Ruby, you made my day.