I don’t really know how to write this without getting terrible emotional, so this entry will be short, and quick, because that’s probably about all I’ll be able to handle.
I wear this ring just about every day. So did my Grandma.
I don’t consider it my ring. It’s my Grandma’s, and it always will be. She may have been gone just over 10 years but I’m only borrowing this from her. I don’t think I’ll ever refer to it as anything but “My Grandma’s RIng” because I don’t see a reason to.
That’s about all I can write at the moment without losin it completely. I hope that it makes sense.