My mother always wore two rings, one on each hand. The left hand still is wearing her wedding band, now my right hand is wearing her Class of “47” ring. It’s worn and you can hardly read the inscription, but still lovely in design. It reminds daily of the love she gave her husband and children. This ring was on her hand that wrote our notes for school, check our foreheads for fevers and so many loving acts.
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