This past Friday, my dad called me with some sad news, the passing of my great-grandma, Mimi. Mimi had just celebrated her 95th birthday and she'd been suffering from Alzheimer's Disease for the last 10-15 years, so our family has been prepared for a long time, but nonetheless it struck me as extremely sad since it's the first death in my family.
But recently I'd been thinking about Mimi more and more. Even though she hasn't known who I am for a long time, she was such a fiery woman I always held her near and dear in my heart. For my recent college graduation, my grandparents gave me a ring that used to belong to her. The diamond had been in my grandad's family for generations and in the 1960's they had it put into this gorgeous setting and gave it to Mimi for a Christmas gift one year. A few weeks ago, my G.G. (my grandma, Mimi's daughter), sent me the pictures of Mimi receiving the ring that I now am honored to own.
In memory, I thought I'd share: