The Ring (not the movie though)

Did I ever tell the story of my Mom's ring? I don't think so, so here it is: After my Mom passed away, my Dad asked me if I wanted her rings. Typical guy sort of question; of course I wanted them. I wore her wedding ring for about 5 years and one day I realized the diamond had fallen out. I was sad, but not heartbroken because I still had the actual ring, and people lose stones all the time. As a matter of fact, my Mom had lost her actual wedding ring more than once so they finally decided (after replacing it...more than once) that she should just wear a plain gold band. So this is really her engagement ring. But to continue the story, after I realized the stone was gone, I put the ring away, thinking that some day I'd replace it with a nice new diamond. And that was sort of the end of that. A few years pass by, and I went to Tanzania with my friend Nicole and we decided to buy a small tanzanite stone, thinking it would be a nice sort of remembrance that we could have made into a necklace or something some day. Well, a few months ago it occured to me that the wise thing to do would be to have the stone put in my Mom's ring...sort of a dual memory-keeper. Of course the claw thing that holds the diamond in was the wrong shape and the stone couldn't be rehaped and the jeweller told me that he would have to cut out the old claw-thing (he didn't call it a claw-thing, it has a name, but I've forgotten it) and then he'd have to solder it in and blah, blah...so I fearfully asked how much all this would cost, and to my great surprise, he apologetically said that it would take about 10 days and probably cost...oh, $75.00. Geez. So I said to go ahead, and here is the result. I am quite thrilled!!