The RingA Story by DonnaThis is about my wonderful GrandmaTHE RING.. My Grandma was an unforgettable woman. She taught me so much, crocheting, playing cards just to mention a few. She wore a pretty gold ring on her right hand and every time I saw her I would say, "Grandma, your ring is so beautiful." My Grandma would tell me, "This ring was my Mother's wedding ring. It is very old, and someday it will be yours." I didn't understand what she meant by, someday. As I grew up, and my Grandma was getting older, she started to forget things, it was little things like she couldn't remember where she put her Christmas cards. As time went by, this got worse. It was Dementia. She knew that she was slowly losing her memory. On one of our visits to see her, she came and sat next to me. She said, "Donna, I am forgetting a lot of things lately and I know it is getting worse, so I want to give you this ring before I forget." She took the ring off of her right hand and put it in my hand. I hugged her and told her how much I loved her. About a month later I went to see her, she looked very confused. I said, "Hi Grandma." She looked at me and said, "well, you are a cute girl." She didn't know who I was anymore. It broke my heart. That was the last time I saw my Grandma. She passed away a few days later. I cherish her ring that she gave me and one day I will pass it on to my granddaughter. THE END
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8 Reviews Added on April 20, 2018 Last Updated on April 20, 2018 AuthorDonnaSan Jose, CAAboutHi, I am Donna from San Jose California. I enjoy reading and writing. If you do stop by and take the time to read some of my poems/Stories, please leave a review or comment. I would appreciate it, a.. more..Writing
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