It hangs on the window latch, the beads catching the sunlight. I wake to it every morning as it rests against the glass of the window above our bed. I have carried it with me through many parts of my life, it is as much of me as is the man I share my bed with. It reminds me every day of the faith I've lost, and every day it reminds me of all I've gained because of it.
It hung from the rear view mirror of our van. Swinging with the movements of the worn-out suspension of the black box on wheels we called home, in time with the music we were always playing too loudly. We would kiss it for luck before each major trip, and each night we would lay in the back, watching the moonlight bounce off the small green stones it held. It reminded us of the life we had left behind. It reminded me of the beautiful irony my life had become.
It hung from the post of my hospital bed. The familiar symbol of the faith I was slowly losing, both comforting and taunting me. It reminded me of the boy who was making me question all I thought I'd known. It reminded me of the great eternals which had always given me comfort until now. The pain that was racking my head was not caused by my blind faith in all this little trinket represented: It was caused by my challenging this faith. I hated this symbol and all those who followed it, yet I loved the one who had given it to me.
He placed it around my neck as I looked into his eyes. He brushed a tear from my cheek as he whispered his apology. He hated my faith and all those who shared it. And yet he loved me. He did not understand why his actions had wounded me so deeply, yet he was trying to atone for something he did not see as a sin. He could not afford the necklace any more than I deserved such a beautiful item; an item which represented everything I believed and everything he detested. My life changed forever when the cool metal came to rest against my skin. I thought this gift was his unspoken promise that he would change: A silent pledge that he would become a better man for the sake of our future. Little did I know that accepting this was my unspoken pledge that I would reexamine my own life. Reevaluate everything I had taken for granted over the years. His placing the rosary around my neck was the first step toward the death of me, and the first step toward the birth of us.















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