Six Sentence Stories - Latch

This time I almost wrote another six sentence story about the same experience I previously shared almost three years ago, but with the prompt word close. Thanks to the search feature on blogger I was able to avoid that scenario. It would have been so easy to insert the new prompt. Have any of you had similar occurrences while trying to pen a new blog hop story?

Here is my bit of personal historical fiction written in six sentences which I am linking to the Six Sentence Stories - Latch blog hop hosted by our ever diligent host, Denise Farley of Girlie on the Edge's Blog. I appreciate her timeliness in posting the prompt each Sunday, so we have time to mull it over before the link opens by Thursday. If you click the link you will be able to see what others are posting for latch.

A sense of dreaded readiness in the home was tangible even to the youngest gathered there.

Oh, no...several gasped, as pearls started falling off the graduated strings onto the wooden floor.

Grandma stood still, as though in a daze, where she had been standing when her grown son, now in his late forties, had been fumbling  to fasten the latch on her favorite necklace given to her many years earlier.

She watched as her grandchildren hustled to retrieve all the pearls so she wouldn't step on one and risk falling.

All the loose pearls and those still remaining on the broken strands were then carefully placed on the thin sheet of cotton batting in the original gift box.

A favorite brooch with a cameo made of  carnelian shell was brought from her dresser drawer and then carefully pinned on her dark jersey dress, and her hat placed over her thin gray hair before the family slowly guided her to the car for the drive to St. Brigid's where the funeral mass for her departed husband would take place.