"I went to the jewelry store and purchased this ring with a meaningful engraving inside. At first it was awkward to wear, but day by day it became more normal. Part of me. Now the ring does exactly what I hoped it would do for me: it keeps my father in my life. When I’m scared, angry, frustrated, worried, elated, in any kind of emotional moment, I find myself reaching for my ring. It’s almost as if I had my father there with me, helping me through."
From Mourning to Memory: Chasing Balloons, Wearing a Ring | Southern
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