What do you own that you consider it being priceless?
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A crumpled photo of my grandparents. On the back of the pictures are several stickers that I've been attached to over the years, such as a "hello my name is Alex" sticker I had in college. That picture means so much to me, because it has so many memories literally attached to it.
No. I wouldn't sell my father's class ring for any amount of money. All my other stuff, yeah, sure, no problem.tzimize said:
My Basic Training graduation ring, a Bible my father gave me, and a bean-bag puppy that I've had for 14 years.
Probably a satchel that was used by my grandfather, back in the 40's. Leather, battered, old, and interesting. Each time I see him, he tells me something else that happened to it. My original, modded, xbox. I love that thing so much. Even if someone offered me a PS3, 360, Wii, powerful computer for it, I'd say no. I love it.
And my dog. I love her so very much.
And my dog. I love her so very much.
Same here, mine is a panda though. I got it on my first birthday. It looks huge on the photos from then, but it's actually not that big. Once I learned to speak I named it "fearful". So that I didn't have to be afraid when he was with me. Stupid I know (and doesn't make much sense), but worked for meCrystalite said:
I wouldn't give up that panda for anything.
Do my cats count?
The necklace my boyfriend bought me; the necklace I bought myself with the combined christmas money from all of my relatives; my late grandmother's engagement and wedding ring; the photo album and photos of my dead cat; and the plushie of Totoro which I bought on my first holiday with Chris in London (I bought him one as a birthday present and couldn't resist getting my own the next morning!)... and a lot of beanie babies from my childhood!
The necklace my boyfriend bought me; the necklace I bought myself with the combined christmas money from all of my relatives; my late grandmother's engagement and wedding ring; the photo album and photos of my dead cat; and the plushie of Totoro which I bought on my first holiday with Chris in London (I bought him one as a birthday present and couldn't resist getting my own the next morning!)... and a lot of beanie babies from my childhood!
Huh. I guess you're well offSusan Arendt said:
I got a ring from my grandparents for my....er...the word in my language is confirmation. Its a thing in church when you're 14-15 years old or so. Its one of my most prized possessions, but I'd sell it without blinking if the prize was big enough. Money can make my life what I want, my ring cant do shit. I guess I'm practical instead of sentimental :>
Hardly.tzimize said:Huh. I guess you're well offSusan Arendt said:
I got a ring from my grandparents for my....er...the word in my language is confirmation. Its a thing in church when you're 14-15 years old or so. Its one of my most prized possessions, but I'd sell it without blinking if the prize was big enough. Money can make my life what I want, my ring cant do shit. I guess I'm practical instead of sentimental :>
Every day, when my dad came home from work, he'd walk in our front door, take off his class ring and put it, his company ID, and his keys on the piano in our living room. And we'd meet him at the door and say hi, he'd go upstairs to change, and then we'd all have dinner together. Every day, the same thing. He died of cancer when I was 19. It had spread to his bones and was dissolving them. The calcium collected in his brain and basically drove him insane; by the time he was gone, he hadn't been my dad for a very long time.
My brother got his key chain and company ID, and I got his class ring. It embodies the dad I remember, the one who used to hug us as soon as he got home from work. I don't have to be well off to think that's beyond price.
My dog. Although I suppose that's cheating, collapsing 10 years of experiences and memories into a single thing that I can't really claim to own anyway...
While my Grandfather was in the army he did a lot of work with those from the Gurkha regiment and after earning there respect one day during a battle in which he saved several of their lives, They gave him one of their very own Kukri. When my Grandfather died he left this blade to me, I would accept death before I let anything happen to it. As the blade is the symbolism of the courage and valor that my ancestors have lead before me.
My acoustic guitar, its not the most expensive or best of guitars and I'm far from the reincarnation of Hendrix. But it was the first guitar I ever owned and was also a gift from my parents.
I'm sorry for your loss, and I can never understand how you feel, about either your dad or the ring.Susan Arendt said:Hardly.tzimize said:Huh. I guess you're well offSusan Arendt said:
I got a ring from my grandparents for my....er...the word in my language is confirmation. Its a thing in church when you're 14-15 years old or so. Its one of my most prized possessions, but I'd sell it without blinking if the prize was big enough. Money can make my life what I want, my ring cant do shit. I guess I'm practical instead of sentimental :>
Every day, when my dad came home from work, he'd walk in our front door, take off his class ring and put it, his company ID, and his keys on the piano in our living room. And we'd meet him at the door and say hi, he'd go upstairs to change, and then we'd all have dinner together. Every day, the same thing. He died of cancer when I was 19. It had spread to his bones and was dissolving them. The calcium collected in his brain and basically drove him insane; by the time he was gone, he hadn't been my dad for a very long time.
My brother got his key chain and company ID, and I got his class ring. It embodies the dad I remember, the one who used to hug us as soon as he got home from work. I don't have to be well off to think that's beyond price.
I just remember my day many years ago when my grandparents told me they wanted me to have something to remember them by. I thanked them for my ring and said it was nice. But I also said that the thing I would remember them by was coming into their house and sitting down to dinner, being welcomed and loved by them, being told again and again by my grandpa to look to each side before crossing the road...and stuff like that.
A ring is just a ring, the memories are inside me. I can carry them fine without a thing around my finger. But thats just how I feel about it
I hope you enjoy your own ring, and the memories of your dad before you lost him. Stuff like that is priceless, we can agree on that much Hope you have a nice weekend at least, and that my somewhat thoughtless words have not caused you to have a down day.
A 1790 edition of Titus Andronicus that I got recently. It's not really hugely rare or valuable, and it's been disbound from a larger book, but it's the oldest book I own, and it's one of my favorite plays. I'm going to get it rebound as soon as I come into a little more money.