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I’m not a big jewelry guy, even though my mother was an artist of unparalleled skill and vision. She sold her “trinkets” at the local artisan store and made a fair chunk of change, but I don’t think that’s why she did it. She would stay up late creating things because she loved doing it. My mother followed her passions and never strived to be famous. In this way, she made some of the deepest connections and the dearest of friends. I still, to this day, remember walking in on one of their girls nights and being shooed out for being a teenage boy. I was amazed by their bond and continued connection – I’ll always remember that and apply it to my own life.
Even though I’m not a big jewelry person, I’m not opposed to it. I visited the Stanford Shopping Center in Palo Alto for the first time a week ago and my sister picked this ring up for me. On the surface, it means nothing to me. It is definitely a well-crafted ring and looks quite a bit like the barrel or focus-ring of a camera lens. If I look deeper though, I realize that when I put this ring on, I am reminded of home. Reminded of my blood ties, my obligations, and my love for my family – both the memory of my mother, the company of my sister, and the stoical-nature of my father. They are with me in this ring and so shall it be.
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