By pure serendipity I came across my mom's engagement ring one day in the basement of my parent's house years after her passing. I recognized it immediately because my mom wore it everyday of her life. It was a part of her. I knew that she treasured it as a symbol of my parent's love. There it was tucked away in one of the drawers of the old abandoned furniture in the basement. My dad must have put it there when she passed away and probably forgot where he put it. He has a pretty bad memory. I took it that day and have kept it safely with me. I would take it out and put it on when I really missed her or just wanted to remember her. It was a little big on me and the design was out of date so I never actually wore it outside. I was afraid of losing it. Some people have suggested that I redesign the ring so that I could wear it everyday but I wasn't ready before. I just wanted to remember it as it was on my mom's hand. But sometime last week I decided to take it to a jeweler and redesign it so that I could wear it on my wedding day as a rememberance of my mom. I'm thinking of it as a merging of myself and my mom, my sense of style updated with my mom's diamond. Man, I miss her.