Family Heirloom.

We all have things that we always have in our person.
May it be a phone or a bracelet or a bus pass.

Mine is a ring. My great great grandmother's engagement ring to be exact.

I have only taken this ring off once and that was one week ago. I was so terrified of loosing it that I took it off before I went out with my friends to the river. I then spent most of the day rubbing the fourth finger if my left hand with my thumb where my ring usually resides.

It was at that moment that I realised that I am the last in the line of my family in England. After me that's it. Who would I pass this ring onto? You can't give a family heirloom to a friend that's just not the way it works. How could one little claddaugh ring cause so much thought about my future plans? Then I thought. Was that my great grandmother's motive when she gave me this ring.