Years ago, knowing my father longed for a really good gold chain (from Turkey), my mother drew a picture of a chain on a birthday card for him with a promise that "this chain is going to get bigger and better...the closer we get to Turkey."
While we laughed at the time, the chain - eventually - did get chosen (by him) and purchased (by her). He wore it until a few days before he died, when he surrendered it, reluctantly. She then wore it, until her dementia meant that she could no longer remember anything, least of all where she might have mislaid a gold chain.