Approximately 3 weeks ago when visiting my Mom, out of the blue, she insisted I take her wedding ring. I haven’t written about it before because if I’m truthful it was very upsetting. I tried to refuse it at the time. I tried to find out why she would want to part with it. I struggled to understand why she would hand over her ring at this time.
This gift is, in my opinion, the most generous gift my Mom could pass on to me. Her wedding band is a symbol of the long life my parents lived together. When I first placed the ring on my hand it felt wrong. It felt like it didn’t belong. When I stopped questioning why I was bestowed this gift, the ring became mine. I now wear her ring, on top of mine, with pride. It fits nicely on my hand. It fits as if it was made for me. It fits as if I have worn it my whole life. It fits.
Wally and I had a civil ceremony when we were married and to be honest it was because we couldn’t afford one. At that time Wally purchased our wedding bands on a trip to the Gulf. They were simple, pure gold bands. I have never been attached to these bands…probably because we didn’t pick them out together. From the day these bands were brought home, I have talked about purchasing new wedding bands. I believe that everything happens for a reason. I now believe I have received my new wedding band. It just happens to be over 50 years old and contains the history of my life. The band that has always meant to be on my hand is now there.
Thank you Mom. Whatever your reasoning, I thank you from the bottom of my heart.
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