Last weekend my dad and I went to my grandparents house and went through my grandmas room to pick up the things she left for us. It was weird. My grandma was an extremely private person. The only people ever allowed in her room were my pops, my dad, my sister and I. So, when my dad and I went through her things we felt like we were breaking the law. I felt like a criminal when I left her room with a bag full of things. That is not the point of this post. Here is what I am trying to get at... As we were going through my grandmas room we found over 200+ little boxes filled with jewelry. She had an obsession. She bought thousands of dollars worth in jewelry and never wore it. The price tags were still on most of the pieces. My heart broke with each box that I opened. She must have told me over 100 times that all the jewelry she bought was for my sister and I. So with each box that I opened I could hear her saying that and it broke my heart. You would think I would be leaping with joy rig