My maternal Grandmother gave this medallion to me on my twentieth birthday. As I mentioned previously on this blog, she was Italian and having a gold Vreneli mounted as a piece of jewellery was a favourite as a present idea. I think my Mum and my aunties all have one too.
My Grandmother died many years ago. She first got breast cancer and survived that ordeal, but she was then later on diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. The first time I left for the UK she was already sick, but told me not to worry, that she would still be around for my Christmas visit. And she was. I went back and forth between the two countries many times, and she was always there to welcome me.
The last time I left her health had declined a lot, and I remember we both cried when I went to say goodbye. However I still thought that I would find her waiting when coming back for yet another Christmas. She died three weeks after my departure and I flew home completely distraught for her funeral.
This medallion is very precious to me, just like the other memories I have from her. We were very close and still miss her today. I also feel sad that she never met my daughters. She would have adored them. Going to Italy over the years, people used to stop me in the streets of her village to say that they knew instantly which family I came from. This feeling of belonging is incredibly important to me, and it helps keeping my Grandmother’s spirit alive.
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