The other morning I was on the crowded F train when I looked up to see this message. I asked the owner of this ring if she minded if I took a picture of it. She obliged and a conversation ensued. I learned that her father had given it to her before she moved to New York from their home in Atlanta. I asked if he was still alive and told her a little bit about my dad. We parted ways at Rockefeller Center with our hearts more full. I am grateful for the power of love and the fact that you can find it everywhere, even on the train.