Grandmama's hands

The other day I wore my grandmama's ring which was willed to me.  I don't often wear it, but sometimes it is the perfect accessory.

When I was wearing her ring, I was thinking about her and what she would be thinking of the situation.  I sometimes chuckled to myself because I am sure some of her comments would have been quite colorful!

The one thing that I noticed that made me sad was that my hands do not look anything like hers.  I remember her wearing the ring almost everyday of my life and I can remember holding onto her hand and looking at the ring.  I have a mental image, but not a physical one.  I wish I had a photo of just her hand. Maybe it sounds weird, but I would like to see the details that are fading in my memory.  In my youth, I wish I would have been more thoughtful and thought a bit of the future without Grandmama and maybe snapped a picture of her hand, maybe even a picture of her hand holding mine.  And, ultimately, I wish I had a picture of her hand holding my mom's hand, holding my hand, holding Natalie's hand.

We take pictures now (thank you smart phones) of every detail of our lives!  What we had for dinner, the moon, the sunset....  But some of the more important things are only in our memories.