I'm wearing my grandmother's mother's ring today. I always feel so connected to her and my mother when I wear it.
I don't remember Nana ever wearing it, although I do remember Mom wearing it when it passed to her. I wonder if she felt connected too? I'll never know now; she's been gone for a long time.
The sapphire stone on the left is my mother, Jane. She was the youngest of Nana's three children. The peridot in the middle is my uncle, Robert, whom I never met. He died in the Korean war, long before I was born. All I have of him is a single black and white photograph, and my mother's stories. He was incredibly handsome, with blue eyes and black hair -- "Black Irish" as my mother referred to him. The ruby stone on the right is my uncle, Jim. They called him Junior for some reason; he was neither a Jr. nor small. Another one of those family mysteries I'll never know now.
Funny how a tiny little object can evoke so many memories and connect three generations. Miss you, Nana and Mom.