199. My Grandmother's Ring

I miss my Granny very much. I always knew I would but there is little comfort in being right, in this instance.

(Pause to swallow lump.)

But I carry her with me, because I wear her ring. It isn't the original, the one my grandfather put on her finger on VJ day, because she threw that away with some potato peelings sometime in the mid-50s. But the replacement is now over 60 years old. It is plain and gold and becoming thin in places - the hallmarks appearing on the outside as well as the inside.

It only fits well on one finger - so I wear my grandmother's ring on the same finger she wore it on, together with the ring Herself gave me. And very well they look, too. I never take them off and never will. Granny's ring reminds me of her, and of her long happy marriage. And those moments of remembering make me happy.