My first engagement ring.

I slept very well last night...the itch having subsided. So on waking this morning I listened to the radio for a little while . Lots of things prompt memory these days but I have to admit that I have forgotten much more than I’ve remembered. However, on sitting up in bed I realised that I was wearing a very old engagement ring not seen for years until it appeared in one of my ancient jewellery boxes yesterday. As a student I had had a job with other students canvassing for the Labour Party. Bob and I worked together and fell in love. At the end of the summer we had to separate. He was going on to Uni, me to teaching college. So we got engaged...we were very young and he bought me a ring. Gosh I was proud of that ring....it was very beautiful and still is...it sits on my hand as I type this morning. After we had split up I returned his ring to him and was stunned to find it returned to me a few weeks later. Bobs father had sent it with a lovely letter telling me that he had after all bought the ring and he wanted me to have it. So here it still is...a beautiful opal surrounded by tiny diamonds. As I type this morning it gleams from my right hand....it’s the first time I’ve worn it for years but the memories it has brought back are wonderful. Over the years I’ve worn it as a dress ring but I never forgot Bob. We met a couple of time afterwards though I haven’t seen or heard of him for many years...but this morning I am wearing his ring again...a sentimental reminder of innocent youth...and of happy days.
My memory can be very shaky at times but the details of this passion as an eighteen year old are still clear all these years later. To wear the ring now brings back memories of youth long forgotten...thank you God. And Bobs father!

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