I've been meaning to post this

for weeks, but well, life seems to have gotten in the way.  As some of you may know, my granma died in December from cancer.  She was like a second mother to me when I was growing up, when my mother was a single mom working 2 jobs to try and support us it was my granma who took care of us.  She lived right down the St from us and almost all of my earliest memories contain her.

I was born in a small town in Florida called Crystal River and my granma, Sharron, was my father's mother.  My biological father wasn't such a nice man, but it wasn't becuase of his mother or his stepfather, my grandpa Ray.  They were/are amazing, loving and kind people.  My mother remarried when I was 8 and we moved to St Petersburg.  We still drove down and visited my grandparents often.  My dad (my step father but I refer to him as my dad because he raised me) was in the Coast Guard and we left Florida when I was 14.  

All that background is just to say that I never saw my grandma again.  Never went back to see them.  She never got to meet her great grand children, I never got to say good bye.  We were in contact over the years, phone calls and e mail.  But I will always regret the fact that I didnt' get to see her again...

My grandfather sent me this beautiful ring in the mail several weeks ago.  It is my legacy from her, this beautiful ring.  I wear it always now and think of her whenever I look down at my hand.