On Thursday I wore my old crucifix. I couldn't find the cross Brandon gave me for Christmas and then remembered the crucifix my parents bought me when we were in Florence, Italy during Easter vacation 1989. I remember vividly the care I took in picking it out and that I wanted it to be very simple so the focus was on Jesus. We traveled from Florence to Rome and the Vatican City where I was able to have the crucifix blessed by Pope John Paul II. Even after I wandered from my faith, the crucifix remained special to me though I seldom wore it because it is made of yellow gold and I prefer white gold or silver.
As I was wearing the necklace, several memories surfaced of ...