One of UsPosted: March 15, 2014
Tonight was a decent night at work. I had an amazing customer. When I asked her what occasion she was shopping for, she told me that a friend of hers had just had a miscarriage and that she was looking for something with angel wings.
I showed her a heart shaped necklace with a pair of wings over a heart, but when I read her what the insert said about love (because she forgot her glasses) she shook her head and asked what else we had.
I knew exactly what I wanted to show her, but it took me a minute to find it since we have to rearrange everything once a month.
It was this necklace with three charms, one blank oval for engraving, one oval with a stylized angel, and one wing. When she saw it, she knew that was what she wanted for her friend.
She didn’t get it engraved; she planned to give it to her friend blank and bring it back herself if her friend wanted something on it.
As I rang her up, I told her I was very sorry for her friend’s loss, and that I was glad she had such a kind and understanding friend. She thanked me, then looked at me, a little worriedly, and asked if I thought she was doing a good thing.
I knew she was one of us. And I grieved with her, and for her.