I stare up at the stars and fiddle with my ring.

The surface of the water ripples.

I remember what grandma told me about this ring.

It had belonged to my great grandma.

It’s gold, with a small, rectangular-shaped fake blue diamond in the middle, and three very tiny diamonds on each side.

Everyone said I reminded them of her, and she gave the best hugs.

I was really little, possibly not even born when she had died.

Sometimes I think of her.

What was her favorite color?

Would she like me?

What do her hugs feel like?

Bonnie Ree Christiansen was her name.

My grandma’s grandma.

I smile, and tears come to my eyes.

I’ll meet her one day, I know it.

I can almost feel her here with me right now.

I stare up at the stars, wondering when I’ll meet her.

I have my life ahead of me… but I always wonder if she can see me right now.

Would she be proud?

I hope so.

I’ll try and make her proud.