Friday 3 rd Week of Easter Gospel – John 6:52-58 The “Ring” of Truth Chapel of Tears, Jerusalem I wear 2 rings on my fingers. One, of course, is my wedding ring, celebrating (as of yesterday) 50 years of marriage to Ginger. And the other is a high school class ring. But it’s not mine; it’s my Dad’s! His high school senior ring from 1939. I never even knew he had a class ring until, unfortunately, the week after he passed away 20 years ago. I found it as we were sorting through his jewelry, and I immediately put it on my finger and have worn it every day since. It's a constant reminder to me of my dad, our relationship and all the memories I have of him. It gives me a feeling that my dad is still here with me, guiding me and encouraging me. But in the end, this ring is not my dad. It’s just a reminder, a symbol of our relationship, a holder of all my father/son memories of the past. But it’s not the same as having hi...