My father died when I was two years old, he left my mom with two custom graduation rings. One for my brother and the other one for me. My mom was instructed to give us the rings when we graduated from high school (back home is a big deal, since not many people makes it) I got mine back in the year 2000, the ring survived almost 12 year of civil war, six years of poverty and 9 years in the U.S. under my custody. I wish I would know more about the background of the ring, but as far as I know it was about 20 years old before it became my father’s.
I didn’t know my dad enough in life, amazingly I met him in death. He was a great man, and I know him thru stories. When I was ready to ask Sarah to marry me, I thought about what to do about her ring (after all, I am a designer). When I told my mother about it, she offered me her wedding ring. I said no, because it wasn’t made for Sarah. I prayed and thought about it for a while, and I started missing my dad. Then it was all clear. My dad left his ring for my mom to give it to me after I graduated from High school. Then I realized that it wasn’t high school what my dad tried to honor, but a marker in my life… then I knew… what better marker in my life than me marrying the woman that I love with all my heart?.
Afterwards, I took the ring to a jeweler to see if it had any “value” the jeweler said it was a very good rock. From there we worked to design Sarah’s ring around the diamond. As far as I know a “three string twine” is more than what Sarah wants in her finger, but I am a designer. My dad’s gift is piece of him, a piece of his family always present in the hand of his son’s wife. I love her with all my heart, that is why it was so easy for me to give her a piece of all that I ever had.
