Growing up, I was lucky enough to have my great-grandparents around until I was 15 years old. My great-grandparents took care of me my whole life while my parents were at work, they would take my sister and I to school and then out to lunch, and of course of the occasional shopping adventure at the mall. My great-grandparents were the same age as most of my friend's grandparents, so they were still very active and able to keep up with their great-granddaughters. Every weekend I would sit with my great-grandma and look through all of her old jewelery, and she would tell me..."now Jenni, when I'm not here anymore all of this will be yours". I would smile and say "you're not going anywhere!". When I was 14 my world came crashing down, my great-grandma had passed away unexpectedly. Out of all of her precious jewelry, the only item I truly wanted was her Claddagh ring. She had worn it on her right pinky finger for as long as I could remember. I asked my great-grandfather if I would wear her ring, and he gave it to me with love. To this day, I have my great-grandma's Claddagh ring and I can honestly say that without it I would not be complete. Not only is it a beautiful piece of jewelry, but it makes me who I am.
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