This will arrive at my house on Friday according to tracking and is teeing up to become the best, most meaningful Christmas present ever. My oldest son’s father used to wistfully say that when it was his time to go, he wanted his atoms and molecules to become one with the stars (he didn’t mean this in a way that would, or should, have warranted psychiatric intervention… he just wanted to be able to dance across the stars whenever it was his time to go, not expecting that he would die at only thirty-seven years of age). When I saw this necklace, I absolutely knew that I had to have it. When it arrives I’ll be sure to take a lot of pictures and post them everywhere. The death of my oldest son’s father has admittedly hit me harder than I expected it to, or would have expected it to, and I know that if I find out something happened to my youngest son’s father I… would not feel the same way. I do like to think that my oldest son’s father got his penultimate wish and is able to dance across the stars like “Drops of Jupiter” by Train, which always reminds me of him whenever it pops up on my Spotify playlist. He’s just with us in a different way now than he was.