Being involved in the Diamonds Down Under continuity it has had the effect of making me even more aware (if that was possible) of advertising and news stories connected to my favourite sparkling stones, but colour me amazed when I stumbled across this website.
As strange as it is, the concept is quite stunning. These specially created gems are certified high quality diamonds created from…wait for it…the carbon of your deceased loved one. And you’re not confined to the carbon of a deceased person, there is an option for pets too.
While this is a very interesting concept, I’m not sure that I would either (a) wear a diamond formed from the carbon of a deceased loved one, or (b) want my family to wear me once I’m gone.
What about you? Would you do it/wear it?
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New Zealand is reeling at the news of the death of one of our icons, Sir Edmund Hilary, who passed away at 9am this morning (11 January) NZ time. For tributes etc click here. We Kiwis like to make an impact on the world and I think his was probably bigger than most.
A good friend of one of my kids passed away suddenly this weekend. We’re all stunned and grieving. If it had been a car crash or an illness, maybe we could have accepted it better, albeit with no less sorrow, but it was one of those horrible freak accidents that defy description.The ripple effect has been massive. And I can’t begin to imagine how the parents of the dead boy feel, or his siblings.
When we first heard the news today I have to admit that I fervently hoped that the news–from the other side of the world–was someone’s idea of a very, very bad joke. Tragically, that wasn’t the case.
One young life was lost. A thousand hearts are bleeding.
I never thought my kids would have to cope with this sort of thing. We never did when I was growing up. Maybe I grew up in some sort of Utopia–an alternative reality where bad things didn’t happen to good people, but why then do our children have to face this now? Today? I hate it, and I feel so helpless. I just want to wrap my kids in a safe secure bubble where bad things won’t happen to them and as a parent I feel so impotent that I know I can’t stop these horrible things happening in their lives. I feel incredibly blessed that my kids still have their arms wrapped around me–both seeking and providing comfort on this horrible, horrible day.
My kids’ high school (which is closed for school holidays right now) is opening tomorrow, armed to the teeth with grief counsellors as they struggle to come to terms with why a student inexplicably passed away on an international school trip. There’s no blame. There are no fingers to be pointed.
We can only celebrate the life led by a lost boy, and from what I can tell he left much to be mirthful about in his wake. And we can celebrate that our own children are safe–for now–and try not to feel guilty about that.
