Something that I carry with me/ wear daily is a ring that my mother gave to be about 8 years ago. It is a white gold band with a pink sapphire heart. She gave it to me for Christmas, and I tried it on immediately, and have never taken it off since. Funny thing is, I have always hated pink. I was never a girly girl and pink just was not my color of choice. She knew that and some how still ended up getting me this ring, but when I opened it, that did not matter to me. I loved it, I never said anything about how much I hate pink, because we all knew, but it was from her. To her it may have been her just getting me a really nice piece of jewelry. But to me, it meant more, it is something that I can always have with me and have ever since. Especially now that I have moved over 700 miles away from home, and I cannot see her everyday it means even more, because when I look down the ring is always there. It symbolizes to me the comfort of my mother, the love that I have for her, and her for me. My parents are my best friends, I miss them everyday but to have something like this holds such a sentimental value that nothing could ever replace it, I hope I never lose this damn thing. It has been on my finger through a lot of life experiences and it means the absolute world to me.
why talk of beauty what could be more beaut- iful than these heroic happy dead This is an example of irony, because it says "what could be more beautiful than these heroic happy dead", and to me that sounds like its generalizing all that are dead are happy. Followed by the next line saying " who rushed like lions to the roaring slaughter", how could anyone rushing to their own slaughter be a happy death, heroic yes. Happy, no. No one wants to die, but I guess it is assumed to be for good reason.
This is sweet that you can use the ring as a reminder when you're not physically with your mom!
ReplyDeleteits crazy how something so simple can remind you of someone and that they care about you even when he or she is not around!
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