It’s home. It’s been identified, and it’s with its proper owner. As it turns out, that rosary took a path it never should have taken to that donation table, but now it’s home and it’s being properly appreciated by the one who should have kept it all along.
Apparently it came from a pilgrimage. I don’t know anything more about it.
But it’s home again in time for Thanksgiving. Isn’t that a warm fuzzy?