The first item that I would
have to take with me is my grandmother’s ring. It was the only thing of hers
that I wanted when she died; I would not let anyone else have it. I to this day
still wear it. This ring reminds me that she is always with me.
The second item I would take is
my family scrapbook. It has pictures of all my family members from my mother
and fathers side of the families. This book represents where I came from and
who makes me who I am.
The third thing I would take
with me is my mother and fathers original wedding bands. They just recently
renewed their vows and “upgraded” their rings. But to me their original rings
will always show how they started out, as two young people completely over
their heads but couldn’t live without one another.
It would be very hard to get
rid of any of these items. Since they all have a strong enough meaning to be evacuated
with me, I feel it would be crucial to fight to hold onto them.
Through this exercise it is evident
to me, that my family is the largest importance. I do not have to have what
ties me to the nation I live in or what kind of food I eat. If I do not have a
piece of the people who made me who I am, I do not feel whole. I could make it
anywhere as long as they were with me.
Stephanie,
ReplyDeleteI think you make a great point. Nations are not what make us unique; it is our human interactions and relationships that hold the ties to who we are and what we believe. Great post, thanks for sharing.
Stephanie,
ReplyDeleteI really enjoyed your post this week, I was very touched by what you said, especially in regards to your Grandmother and your parents. I to shared a special relationship with my Grandmother, and losing her to cancer six years ago was the hardest thing in this world, it still is to this day. But it's funny that you talked about your Grandmother's rings because that was the one thing that both me and my sister wanted one day more than anything else was to have our Grandmother's wedding rings. And I think that was because it was her wedding rings that always reminded us so much of her. Ever since I was a little girl, it was the one thing that she always told us she wanted us to have more than anything else, her rings. And I know that was because they were the one thing that meant so much to her more than anything in the world, and that was because they represented such a great love she always had for my Grandfather, from the time she was seventeen years old to the day she died. Thank-you so much for sharing, and thank-you for making me smile, and remember my wonderful Grandmother.
Sylvia