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The ring is actually a family heirloom from my dad's family, according to my grandmother and my mother, the story is thus:

The stone was first set in a man's 14k gold ring with crossed golf clubs (the stone was the ball). It was designed by my great grandmother for her husband. When he died, she kept the ring and eventually it was given to my grandfather as a gift. He then set it into an engagement ring for my grandmother in January of 1951. In 1986 it was given to my father to be re-set and presented to my mother. They divorced, and my mother held onto the ring for several years. In 1996 there was a large flood in the area which completely destroyed my mother's house and all of her belongings. Somehow, though most of the items were swept out of the house or destroyed and moved within it, the ring sat exactly where it was left in its ring box on the bathroom sink. At that time it was given back to my grandmother for safekeeping with the understanding that it would return to me when I was an adult. It was given to Ben when he asked my hand, and I am currently wearing my mother's setting.


I'm the last one with my last name, and no, I don't intend to keep it. It makes me pretty sad because we can trace our family line back to the 1600's so I'm really glad to have my own little link with our family that I can pass down to my children eventually.

Thanks for listening to my story! I know it's way more exciting for me than it is for everyone else!