Diamonds are a Girls Best Friend When it Becomes Cash to Feed the Kids

I looked at the diamonds that once meant so much to me that now are gathering dust in an envelope in my drawer. The memories have long been gone - buried with the loved one who gave them to me. I save them but never wear them as they no longer fit the finger that they once were placed on. I gave thought to sell diamond and pay off my bills with the money that it would bring.

I gaze at the diamond and tears fall from my eyes and wonder what to do. I know that when I die my children will sell diamond or fight over who should get them, wear them and show off the diamond that once belonged to her mother when she became engaged to their dad. It was then that I made up my mind it would be best to try sell diamond that meant so much to me in the past.

I looked through the envelope in my drawer that held the diamond and other diamonds that I never wore anymore. I tried to put them on my fingers but they would no longer fit just as I had thought. I made up my mind then and there to sell diamond myself and use the money that I so badly needed to pay the phone bill before they shut off the phone.

I searched the Internet for dealers who buy and sell diamond and thought they would want to buy my beautiful diamond that sparkled so beautifully in the light. I phoned a Jewelry Store not far from where I lived and made an appointment for a diamond appraisal and told him I wanted to sell diamond.

I jumped into my car (before I changed my mind) and headed towards the direction of the Jewelry Store. The door was locked as I knew it would be, but opened up when they saw it was me. I was offered a cold drink and then asked to see the ring I had so they could check out the diamond it held. There were three there who discussed and viewed it and immediately quoted a price for the diamond that had no imperfections. They offered me cash and time to think about if I still wanted to sell diamond ring that held so many memories.

I gave it some thought and looked at the diamond again, and thought about what my late husband would want me to do. I knew his answer in an instant-he would want me to sell diamond. With an outstretched hand containing the ring I accepted the price he offered me to sell diamond. The check he gave me would pay my bills and buy me food as well.

Survival is important these days with the economy the way it is and the diamonds will always remain in my memories of the past. It pained me to sell diamond ring but in my heart I know I did the right thing.