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My diamond is from a ring my great grandmother left to my mom when she passed away. My fiance and I picked out the setting together.

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Why does posting a link to a photo get my post thrown away?

 edit: thank you for the answer!

I love that you all have stories about your rings! 

I don't have a story behind my ring, but I love it because it's classic, sturdy, and a little different...also the designer is from Seattle (where we live).  I'm attaching pictures I took shortly after we got engaged (you can see my old lady pjs in the background).

My husband didn't have as much as he wanted to spend on a ring when we got engaged so he tells me I can upgrade if I want now that he has a better job and more saved, but I tell him I'd never replace my e-ring...it means too much and reminds me of the time in our lives when we got engaged. 

I don't have a picture yet, but my engagement ring is actually one that I inherited from my (deceased) grandmother on my father's side. She had to flee Czechoslovakia when World War Two began and the only things she brought with her were her husband, the family silver, and that engagement ring. Interestingly enough though, it can't be hers - it's bigger than her fingers ever were. That's good, because it fits me like it was made for me, but we don't know which relative it originally belonged to!

My e-ring and my wedding band were both my maternal grandmother's. She passed when I was in high school, and we were very close. She left me her rings. I feel so blessed to be able to have her with my every day, and to wear a symbol of the greatest example of a loving, neverending relationship that I have - my grandparents' marriage. I know that the ring will inspire me to be the best wife and mother I can be. :-)

I love the stone from my ring because its origin isn't in a marriage - my great-grandmother was, by all accounts, a miserable human being, mean to pretty much everyone (she cut my parents out of her will because my mother wouldn't write her illegal prescriptions), but she lived above a jeweler as she was getting older.  Every day she brought him orange juice and a newspaper.  He may very well have been the only person she was really nice to.  When he died, he left her two diamonds.  She thought to herself, "well, I have two diamonds, and three granddaughters, so I'll send one to M. and E. but not A."  A. is my favorite aunt, and was the youngest of seven children, so she generally felt/got overshadowed. 

My aunt M. got married and got a much bigger diamond than the tiny one my great-grandmother gave her, so she gave her diamond to my aunt A. because my aunt A. and her husband were really poor when they just started out and she wouldn't have had a ring otherwise.  A few years later, aunt A. accidentally washed the ring down the drain!  Then aunt E. was like, "well, I also have a way bigger diamond than this" and gave it to my aunt.  30 years later, she told me that it was mine, as a youngest-to-youngest thing, because I was the youngest of 14 grandchildren, and was ocassionally overshadowed myself.  She told me that the ring would remind me of my great-grandmother and that everytime I looked at it, it would remind me that even the meanest people could be nice.  

The only rule was that we have to give the setting back, because my uncle paid for the setting (which was $75 and quite a bit of money to him at the time.)  

The FI proposed with a plastic molding from the CAD model of the ring he designed - he's an engineer - and now we're working with the jeweler to get the actual ring made.  I'll post pictures when we have the new ring.

I just posted my own story, but I also wanted to tell the story of my mom's ring, because its possibly the best ring story I've ever heard. 

My dad and his family used to spend the summers in Norfolk, VA, and one morning my grandmother realized she had thrown her wedding ring away in the trash.  She asked the six kids to go look for it, but since it was Norfolk in the summer, nobody wanted to hunt through the stinky, rotting garbage for the ring.  My father was willing to though, and for six hours he went through trash cans of dead fish and crabs, searching painstakingly through all of the garbage.  He finally found his family's trash from that morning and went through all of it until he found the ring, wrapped in one of those little travel cereal boxes where my grandmother had put it to "keep it safe".  

He brought the ring in to give back to my grandmother, and she was so happy that she told him, "when you find a woman who will marry you, you may give her the center stone from my ring."  

When my father proposed to my mother, he didn't have a ring, or any money, or any common sense (they were like, twenty, in college, and had been dating for six months, after he spent a year stalking her to convince her to date him.)  He asked her on christmas after he gave her a red snowsuit.  She told him "yes, but don't tell anyone, and I reserve the right to change my mind."  Years later (I think it was like, 5 years) they told their parents and my father didn't expect my grandmother to remember, and was planning to buy my mom a ring eventually, and my grandmother pulled her ring off her finger and handed it to my mother, explaining she had promised my dad that he could have the large stone.  My mother said it made her feel really welcomed into the family.  

I wish I had pictures because I love her ring/setting - its unlike anything I've ever seen before - the ring and wedding band fit together, but they have a kind of zigzag shape to them.