My paternal grandmother died last year. Recently, we had to send Pappap into a group home, so my dad was in charge of selling the house. And we had to split up their stuff.
It was hard, going through everything-especially going to the house. Even though it was the same-it wasn’t. Gramma wasn’t there, the place no longer smelled of cigarette smoke, and Pap wasn’t snoring in his lounge. One of the things my mother had to take was Gramma’s jewelry box. We held onto it, until such time me and my cousins were allowed to each take something to remember her by. I took an opal ring and a rhinestone pin.
But my dad had her engagement ring, until such time it was agreed upon what to do with it. My aunts, apparently, were arguing over it, and I didn’t think anything of it, until my cousin Amanda told me she thought I had it. And my dad said I was the oldest granddaughter, and since my aunt, the oldest daughter, was dead, I should probably get it.
Well, my dad passed it to me after dinner this evening. sniff When I started to get up from the table, Mom told me to sit down, that Dad had something to give me. Then I saw the jewelry box.
It’s beautiful, but it’s also so touching and important to have. I don’t think this is really MPSIMS, but it’s the only fitting forum.