This ring isn’t just an ordinary ring, or object, it means a lot to me. This ring was my grandma’s on my dad’s side. She admired the ring and she loved it, and wore it a lot. Before she past away she gave my dad all the things she liked most including the heart ring. I was only about five years old so my dad didn’t give me the ring then because I would probably lose it because it didn’t fit my fingers. I finally got the ring when I was about eleven years old. I wear almost every day because it’s what I remember my Grandma by. If I lost it I would be really upset because it’s something that can’t be replaced. You might be able to buy the same one but it wont be the same because it was never my Grandma’s, and it doesn’t have any memories in it.