Grandmother's Garden Inlay Ring: She forgot my name but she never forgot the flowers we planted together...

Then someone told me that ashes.LOVE could make a memory of the earth from her garden. Suddenly, I realized I had something sacred of hers. I scooped a handful of the rich, dark soil into my hands letting the earth slip through my fingers until only the deepest essence of the magical garden remained. This dirt was more than just ground; it held the sweat of Grandma’s brow, the laughter of my childhood shared summers together. The invisible roots of a love that had nurtured me from a child into the woman I am today.

As I carefully transferred the soil into the small, gold colored envelope, in the collection kit, I cried.
Not just from the crushing weight of my grief, but from a profound sense of gratitude. I knew that no matter how far I wandered from this precious place, I was carrying a piece of Grandma’s heart with me... My Grandmothers Garden. Just a little ½ tsp of her gardens earth. A sanctuary of warmth and growth that would keep me grounded in a beautiful inlay ring around my finger.
As I look down at my hand...This ring is a happy reminder of how much I loved, and was loved by my Grandma.