Sad Moment...

I was in the restroom at Chuy's drying off my hands when I heard a snap and the sprinkle of beads hitting the concrete floor. I immediately looked at my hand, and sure enough, my ring had broken.
My Granny had made me this ring about a year before she died, and I got a compliment on it every time I wore it. I scooped up as many pieces as I could.
Maybe I'll remake it...maybe I'll just keep the pieces...but I'll never forget how much love she put into it when she made it and the joy she took in making things with her hands for others.

I love you, Granny, and I miss you so much...