I bring that ring with me everywhere I go. I wear it while working, eating, and even while I'm sleeping. I never take it off. When I visit my mother, I always polish it until it shines as bright as the sun, so she will always know that I remember him. She is slowly getting worse everyday. Sitting in the hospital is driving her insane because she feels alone. Everyday I go to visit her in her room, tell her I love her, and talk about my father. He was a great man. We both loved him so much and were so sad when we lost him. Three weeks later, I was at work when the hospital called me. My mother was almost gone and wanted to see me one last time. I walked in the room, sad but keeping back tears bravely. She had a box, a present she said. She gave it to me and when I opened it I cried. Inside was a ring, just like the one my father gave me. The ring represented the love he and his mother had for his father. He took it every...