Published on Facebook 02/14/2010. I wrote it while meditating upon my engagement ring, which was my Gigi's.
Slowly her smile became wistful, as her thoughts turned to the previous owner of her ring. It had originally been her great-grandmother’s, given to her by her husband for their thirtieth anniversary. Though they had not been close, time and distance the main impediments to this, the girl had been told stories about what a wonderful woman her great-grandmother had been – a loving and compassionate wife, a kind and understanding mother. Fingering the ring, she sighed. “Please God,” she prayed, “that I may live up to the legacy of Gigi, and be half the woman that she was.”