I've never really owned anything 'precious' in the wordly sense. Precious things have been the memories and the people who create them. Meaningful thoughts and time taken to do something for someone else.

One of the people who lived life like this was my 'Great' Auntie Connie. She was my Grandmothers sister and died last year. My Grandmother died when my dad was still a teenager so I never knew her. Her two sisters Connie & Nancy stepped into the space and gave me many happy memories. I was overwhelmed today when I recieved Auntie Connies ring. She was one special lady who never did anything without having fun and usually did it for someone elses benefit. Very precious.