This was my great grandmother's ring and now I wear it as my engagement ring. I don't know how it came into my father's possession, I assume my grandmother got it first and gave it to my father. Perhaps he got it when his grandmother died - I'm not sure, I should probably ask at some point. It was given to my mother many years ago and I have always loved it. Again I'm not sure why as its not really something I would usually like - I'm more of a silver and small stone girl than gold and ornate. A few months before Simon and I got engaged I had this weird dream about it, someone was telling me it was important and that I had to find it and that eventually I would wear it on m ring finger and that Simon was involved somehow. It had been lost for some time, I always knew it was in a 'safe place' I just wasn't sure where that safe place even was.. but this dream made me look for it with a sense of urgency. I looked EVERYWHERE and couldn't find it and it really bugged me - I thought about it for days/weeks. The next time I dreamed about it I saw it tucked in somewhere small and surrounded by a light blue green colour... Yay for my subconscious! It was in a tiny pocket of a little green/blue clutch handbag I had stuffed in the wardrobe!
On my birthday last year Simon proposed with it and now its worn on my ring finger.
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It's a beautiful ring.
My mom recently gave my sister and me some of the rings my dad gave her (they're divorced, and she just remarried). My sister got the ring I REALLY wanted, but the ones I got are pretty special, too.
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