In fact, my gold links of love originally belonged to my grandmother. The bracelet was a gift from her husband, my grandfather, who also had an eye for the good stuff. Grandma Miriam complained the first one he brought home was too small, so he went back to the store and bought her a bigger one. She was a big fan of her jewelry, but this bracelet eventually got too heavy for her to wear - can you believe it? She stopped wearing it, but wouldn't give it up. My mother, who was diagnosed with breast cancer when I was a little girl, had her eye on that bracelet since her father brought it home. She asked to have it, but my grandma was also stingy at times and would not let it go. After some convincing by my aunts, my grandmother finally gave it to my mother for her to enjoy - even though it wasn't long enough. The women in my family have always been on the cutting of fashion - and who knew the bracelet my grandfather bought years ago would be in style today. Now the bracelet belongs to me and it's more than just a bracelet - it's my golden links of love.
