Long story short, I just went to Venice to trace the roots of my family that got “lost” during the war. While there I lost my grandfather ring in a channel. I’m not upset, I feel like it was ment to happen. Stopped for a short prayer to all those that had to suffer like my family and went on with my day. I don’t know how to feel about this, it felt like I was offering something for those that didn’t make it and I actually feel “free”. I don’t even know why I’m making this one but had to get it off my chest.