She writes: I have a plain gold band, a ring of 22 karats,
originally from England. This ring belonged to my Nana, my grandmother,
who left this earth at the age of 99. She was my Dad's mother. My father,
Alan, passed away when I was six.
Nana wore this soft, gold ring every day to scrub floors, do laundry,
and all other needful chores.
I wear it proudly every day
because it brings me back to my childhood and my family in those times.
It reminds me of my roots, sharing my memories of days gone by.
When your parents and grandparents leave and you have no siblings, the
past is there but like a dream. There is no-one to say "Do you
When my first daughter was born, I named her Alana after my Dad. My
wonderful Nana held my three month old daughter, just before she died.
Nana's ring will be my daughter's, all it's family memories to be passed
in time to her own daughter.
My hope is that, even if it brings a just a fleeting moment of memory
to each of them, it will remain a family treasure.