Once upon a time, I’m not sure when but it was either the 70s or the 80s, my father gave my mother an ID bracelet. It was plain, not engraved, and probably made for men given its size.
Mom and dad split up when my brother and I were little, but apparently mom kept the bracelet because she gave it to me a couple years ago. She wanted to have it engraved first, but the little jewelry store she took it to wasn’t able to do anything with it because it is curved instead of flat. I figured I could find a place in the city that does laser engraving and have it done there.
I didn’t bother for a while because really there was no rush and I am forgetful. I took some time to think about what I might want it to say. It wasn’t a tough decision; considering that the bracelet came from my dad originally, I wanted to honor his memory. Every so often I’d do some digging to see if I could find a place to engrave the thing, and eventually I did. It happened to be a larger kiosk in the Rosedale Mall, but I could never remember to take the bracelet with me when I happened to be going. Roseville is like 15 minutes away so I could have easily gone just for that, but that is just too easy.
Blah blah blah. So I finally remembered on Saturday. Two days later it was ready to pick up and it is now my absolute favorite piece of jewelry, even if it is still man-sized.