She Travels With Me Now

On the third finger of my left hand sits my wedding ring. Except it’s not really mine. It’s my grandmother’s. Well. My Busia’s. I’m Polish and called the only grandparents I knew Busia and Dziadzia. I have many fond memories of my grandparents. They lived on a lake and my brother and I┬áspent many weekends […]

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