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When I was 15, the only thing I ever asked my mom for, as any type of present, was a claddah ring. When I made my confirmation later that year, that was the gift she got me. It was the only time that I asked her for something that I actually got. And it was perfect too. I have long thin fingers, so most rings look funny on me. She must have looked for such a long time to find this one. It almost looked like a child size one. Jump ahead 8 years, as I move out of her house to move in with my (at the time) fiance. She actually labeled the furniture in my daughter's and my room to let me know what I couldn't take. I was so happy to finally be away from her house (well 2 miles away anyway) I had my ring resized the day I had my engagement ring sized since I normally wore my claddah on that finger. The second night I was gone I lost my claddah ring. We tore every room apart looking for it, and went thru every bag of trash we had, just in case. I never found it. And I still don't have a new one.

I don't even know what made me remember that story, but I don't remember ever telling anyone before.