This one needed its own entry as I go into "tale" mode . . . so after Cheryl, Brian, and I left the horse races, cold, tired, and no richer than when we arrived, I realized something terrible. I took off my gloves at the grocery store while Brian ran in to pick up house supplies and realized that one of my rings was gone. Now, most of you know I wear a ring on almost every finger. But this ring had particular significance as it was one that my father gave to my mother when they were first dating. It only fits my pinky, but I love it, and although my parents are now with my wonderful new family, Michael and Margaret, it reminds me of the two people who created me and the love
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