I guess, in a way...my rings do mean something to me on a deeper level. I wear my Dad's wedding band on my right thumb. I love having this because when I look down I am always reminded of him. On my right pinkie is my daughter's baby ring. When my best girls got married last year, they gave each other small gold Celtic wedding bands. I went to the same place..an old friend's shop...and purchased a silver Celtic band and it signifies the bond the three of us possess with each other.
I designed my own wedding band years ago which is three rings in one.
I wear my mother's wedding band, but not much longer because it has worn so thin. I have my birthstone ring, and my mother's graduation ring from high school that she received for Christmas back in the early forties. My rings all have a story behind them. I guess they replace the need for tattoos... heh...but I can take them off...;)

The next ring will be Mom's engagement ring...but not until "after".

I am extremely sentimental.
The furnishings in my abode decry that same sentimentality. One of my favorite pieces is an aluminum candy tray my grandmother *made* back before WWII.

I am hoping my granddaughter will be like me. My daughter and son are not. Otherwise, I have no idea who I will leave them to.