Short story that I attempted to tell through a letter

Dear Randy,

I must confess that I still miss you dearly and you are always on my mind each second. However I know we must part and our paths may never converge again. I have removed most pieces of you in me through getting rid of material objects but I still keep that ring. The ring your mother gifted me as a part of her in the support of our marriage. She was the kindest soul, the brightest person and had the fairest, most nimble hands. I always told her that her fingers were so elegant that it resembled the vegetable okra. She used to laugh so heart-fully and gave the most affectionate smile. Unfortunately Randy, this is why it is so difficult to get you out of my life because you never gave me back the money I lent you through my inheritance. You say all kinds of excuses which I used to believe but the breaking point was the last excuse you gave me, which was that your mother was gravely ill and you needed to pay for her medical. Well Randy, I can assure you that she is not and very well indeed. She may not as the most happiest woman as before much less giving the brightness smile. Her smiles have faded away, replaced frowns and her laughs become shrieks. So I am returning you the ring your mother gave to me along with a single nimble elegant okra like finger of hers. Until I see those green notes, I am afraid that you would have to receive the rest of her in parts as I am getting rid of material objects.

Love,

Amy