My Grandmother was such an amazing woman, with a giant heart. She may not have been the overly emotional Grandmother giving hugs and kisses all the time, but I never once doubted how much she loved my mom, and my family.
I loved celebrating birthdays with her; she always put so much thought and care into giving the perfect gift. Not just something that you asked for, but something that she new you would enjoy or benefit from.
Ten years ago I received my second last birthday gift from her. I had been looking forward to my 16th birthday for years. You see for my sister’s 16th birthday she received her first string of pearls, something she would have forever and always treasure. So I knew that I would be receiving something just as special, and I did.
For my 16th birthday I received a gorgeous sapphire and diamond ring, something that I have worn every day for the last ten years. My birthstone isn’t a sapphire, but hers was. And to set a pearl on tiny hands like mine would not look elegant, the way she always did.
This birthday gift was the hardest birthday gift to ever receive, because I knew it would be the last one I would ever get from her. She has suffered a series of strokes in the month before my birthday, and was in the hospital not doing too well. She passed away a month after my birthday.
It’s so hard to believe that ten years ago I was 16. Young, naive, never been on a date, or kissed or in love. And today I’m married to a man that I love with every fibre of my being.
I wear my sapphire every day as a reminder of who my Grandmother was, and how I can only hope to be as amazing and elegant, and stoic as she was. So even though there are some scratches and it’s not as shiny as it was ten years ago, I figure every scratch helps me get one step closer to being like her.
Ten years has passed a lot faster then I thought it would.
**for those wondering, the last birthday present that I received from my Grandmother came on my 21st birthday. My Grandmother always wanted me to have her pearls, and so for my 21st birthday my mom gave me my Grandmother’s pearls. The same pearls that I wore walking down the aisle to marry my best friend.**