Seventeen years ago today, my great grandma died. It was a very difficult day, as I was only 17 at the time, and as an older cousin said recently, that day was really our first experience with death.
Years earlier, when I was a sophomore in high school, she had bought my class ring for me. She said it was my graduation present because she would not be there for my graduation. April 15, 1990 was about 6 weeks before I graduated.