Descriptive Essay: Grandfather's Loss Of Personal Identity

Gazing at the simple ring resting on my hand may draw the question; why does she wear it so often? What does it mean to her? The ring itself is 12Kt gold, which shine so vibrantly like my grandfather once did, in addition, has signs of wear marks from its vintage condition, however, this only adds to it 's aesthetic. The “M” initial is almost filigree that flows delicately on top the flat 60 's styled modernist signet base. From this description, the ring is three defining exemplifying my personal identity; my passion for vintage jewelry, my bonds I hold with my family, and the reminder of my grandfather’s compassion for other people. We must drift into the past, to uncover the answer that shrouds the ring in all its entirety. A young girl, eyes colored sea green and hair as wavy as the ocean itself bursts through the door and exclaims, “ Good morning grandpa!” Closing in on an elderly man, we can see a smile blooming from ear to ear he exclaims, “Mickala! The pancakes are just about done my little doll sit down and grandpa will get you some orange juice.” The little girl sits basking in the warm ambiance and waits patiently; she loves spending time with her grandpa. He sits down his broad shoulders look as big as the land bridge between Alaska and Russia. The girl 's mom is also sitting at the table; her …show more content…
I wear it not only because of its appearance, but the abundance of memories, stories and perspectives I have from the man who passed it down to me. As I grow older, I 've pondered the idea of what might my grandpa’s thoughts might be, knowing I wear my ring every day; putting it in simple terms he would be proud. Proud to have a granddaughter that cares about family, people, and being an individual all of which were important to him, likewise, now to me. My years I had with him were limited; still, his imprint on me is