Eric, Thank you, I’m so sorry. I cannot imagine a greater loss. I
lost my beautiful 19 year old daughter Stephanie 3 years ago this
week. She grew up in the studio; the old masters would put a pile of
books on a bench stool and give her projects to do. She was
immensely talented, an exceptional student with the promise of
greatness. She woke on the morning of December 18 not feeling well
and was admitted to the hospital with a 70 over 40 blood pressure.
She laid on a gurney, in the emergency room hallway, semi-conscious
with 1 bag of IV fluid for 5 hours without a visit from the attending
physician. 3 hours later she was dead. After nearly 4 months of
investigation, the medical examiner was unable to establish a cause
of death. In her stocking was a Christmas wish list for simple
things, like hand cream, it included a small pair of diamond
earrings, somehow I made them and placed them in her ears the day of
her funeral (Christmas Eve).
I do not remember anything that happened during those 4 months, I
went to the studio every day and I can’t tell you what I did, I know
that I tried to finish some Christmas orders that where on my bench,
and ruined them. I spent the remainder of the year making special
pieces for 3 of my other daughters. Now, 3 years later, I think I’m
normal again, until I read about someone else’s grief, and I realize
that I’m not. I miss my baby.
Jewellers spend their entire lives working until the last minute
every Christmas. I never had those beautiful days filled with
Christmas expectation with my children. Either I worked at the bench
until I couldn’t move or I managed stores until 11 o’clock ever night
before Christmas. It is always “n= ext year”. Stephanie and I will
have any “next years”.
Eric, I am sure that Deric is on your cheek, I wish you, all my
fellow jewellers, and their beautiful children the very best this