I wear my Mother's engagement ring on my left hand. Not only does it make me feel a little closer to her, but my hands are exactly like hers. Each time I look at my hand wearing her ring it reminds me of being a young girl and the security and safety of a hand to hold, or a cool touch on a fevered forehead. Mom has alzheimers and is in a nursing home now. She doesn't readily identify me, but I always remind her: "Mom, look at my hands, and you will know I'm your girl!"