When my mom (the one who raised me) died, I took the jewelry from the house. That included her wedding band, dad's wedding band and her engagement ring. The engagement ring had always been promised to me - as long as I can remember.
She promised the piano to my brother. He decided to sell that rather than move it, and that was his choice.
Her engagement ring is beautiful. My dad had bought the seven diamonds separately and had them mounted in a custom setting, which was white gold. The band was yellow gold.
I hate yellow gold with all my heart because it does not look good on my skin tone. It seems to be a common thing with my biological family also. My bio mom says, "You're a _______. We never wear yellow gold."
The Evil Twin's wedding band and mine are the same white gold - same shape and fit. My engagement ring is white gold.
So, after my mom passed away, I wore her engagement ring on my right ring finger. The band was so worn out from it's many years of usage (almost 40). I wore it for nearly 3 years before that tiny yellow gold band just wore through at the bottom.
I took it to a local jewelry place for a repair. It cost much less than I thought it would. And now, I have a "new to me" ring.