I removed my wedding band the other day. I've toyed with it since Mary passed away...wearing it on other fingers or my other hand but always returning it to the right one.
I had her rings removed once she passed away. We talked about removing them when she first returned home after finding out that she was going to die. At the time, she wasn't ready to let them go and neither was I.
But now she's gone and the rings are sitting in my safe. Matching was always a big thing with her. We had the same style band because she wanted them to match. She's not wearing hers any more and it just seemed right to not wear mine either.
The kids don't mind. They know that my feelings and love for her aren't tied to a piece of metal. And...I have the watch that she gave me for Father's Day last year.
I like nice watches and my latest one had stopped working after five years. She took me to a nice jewelry store and told me to pick out whatever one I wanted (within reason) and then spent more than she planned because the one I tried on looked so great.
She was so good to me...and I miss her so much.
Posted by bbarton at June 3, 2006 03:07 PM