I am writing to nominate my mother, Faye Jones, to adopt a diamond. My mother was only a young teenaged girl engaged to my father when he went to the Korean War. My father became a prisoner of war in Korea, and for a very long time no one even knew if he was dead or alive. Finally my mother received notice that he was alive, but it was many months before he was finally released and back in the U.S. During the time he was in this prison camp, he was tortured, starved and brutalized. He came back a different person in many ways than the person he was before he left.
For all the years he and my mother were married (my father passed away in 1993) my mother had to take care of him — much in the same way you would care for a young child. He could not work so my mother worked at two jobs, while also attending college in the evening. I remember when I was about eight years old she was hospitalized for “complete exhaustion.” It was from her efforts of trying to make ends meet every month and support her husband and three children.
Because my father was in his particular condition, I don’t think buying my mother a nice solitaire diamond was ever something he thought about. He was a wonderful man, and we all loved him dearly, but he just didn’t think about some of the things that matter to a woman. He did finally begin receiving disability payments, and our lives improved — my mother worked her way through college, and finally worked her way from a student-worker to an administrative position at the same college she attended. I admire her for everything she managed to accomplish.
During the time when our family was receiving the disability benefits and my mother was working, she managed to buy a few nice pieces of jewelry (but still yet never really had a nice wedding ring). Shortly thereafter, my father’s health failed and he became so sick my mother had to quit her job to come home and take care of him. It was during this time frame that my mother had to sell all her jewelry to keep the family going.
My father passed away in 1993. In a cruel twist of irony, because my father was a “disabled” person, he was never able to obtain any life insurance to speak of, over and above a simple burial policy, therefore my mother was left alone, with bills and no income.
She went back to work and was slowly building herself back to having things when she was hit from behind in a pretty nasty car accident and suffered a back injury and now can no longer work. I know there are many, many things that my mother needs. But I also know that it is a source of hurt for her not to have a wedding ring. My father may be deceased, but I know my mother will never remarry and she feels the absense of a ring. I wonder if you might be able to send her something to brighten her day. I’m hoping you will. Thank you.
Her daughter, Sharon Jones,
Ft. Smith, AR