Forty-one years ago today a young man gave me a ring and a promise. We stood in a church and pledged ourselves to one another. Both the church and the young man are gone now – the church succumbing to old age, the young man to cancer. But the ring and the promise are mine to keep forever.
My ring, the unbroken symbol of love, has become part of me. My ring anchors me – it helps me define myself. I wear it like a security blanket.
My heart still belongs to the young man who gave me this ring, I think it always will. He and I built our life together and this ring bore witness to it all – the weathered storms and the sunny days. I wear it like a medal – it survived, I survived.
Our marriage didn’t disappear with his passing – the promise lives.
Forty-one years ago today I received a ring and a promise….
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Such a lovely thought. It is like a medal of sorts… thru thick and thin.