Sorry for the burp....more coffee needed, I guess.
It's just all so sad.
One of my most cherished possessions is the engagement ring my father gave my mother. Before that, his mother wore it.
I don't wear it on my finger, I wear it on a chain around my neck. I find myself touching it a lot, and I remember it on my mother's hand.
I would love it just as much if it came from a Cracker Jack box, because my mother chose me to be the daughter to inherit it. That means a lot to me.
The Petersons have stolen Laci's chance to have the things she loved go to the people she loved.
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