Jul 28, 2009 18:57
I've been thinking about this for a couple of days.
My mother has been in a home over 2 years now, and she is well settled. Because she is no longer mobile, she has some muscle wasting, and has had a problem over the last 2 years with her rings falling off. First it was her engagement ring, so I took it and put it in the bank for her, at her request.
Recently it has been her wedding ring. She surprised me Sunday, by our usual visit, by handing her wedding ring to me.
"I want you to take this, and I want you to wear it," she said. "It would have come to you eventually, but I want to see you wearing it now, I keep losing it, so will you wear it for me?"
It is on my right hand now.
My parents married 60 years ago, this October. It is a beautiful red gold ring, my father bought for my mother, and in it he had inscribed, "AD INFINITUM." I looked at it, and, I have shed a few tears over this. My dear, loving parents, who tried their best for me. My Dad, who died 16 years ago, and my Mum is in a home: they are both united in this little ring, with all the happiness and love they bestowed on me.
I am so lucky.