My mother-in-law died at the age of 93. She was a very dear friend of mine. All the years Richard and I lived together (before marriage) I would ask her at Christmas what she would want and she always answered with the same thing: "I want you to make an honest man of my son and marry him." The day we walked into her kitchen and Richard introduced me as his wife will always be one of my favorite days on earth. She was beyond happy. Sadly, she only lived four years longer.
"first time off my finger in 48 years."
Richard said that he could remember the day the ring was cut from her finger. She had injured her hand and was taken to the emergency room. The swelling in the finger made it necessary for them to cut off the slender band of gold. She wanted it taken to the jewelry store and repaired. But her husband instead bought her a new wedding set. Something she had never owned. Diamonds and gold. And just before their 50th wedding anniversary! Of course she was thrilled. We buried those rings with her. The original band of gold took up residence in her jewelry box for me to find in the summer of 2000.
I asked her daughters (and her granddaughters) if they would like to have the ring. None of them did. I was very surprised. It was the band of gold their father had so carefully placed on their mother's finger a half century or more in the past. It held no meaning to them. I asked Richard if I could have it. He got it repaired...they had to place a tiny bit of gold so that it would be my size...and then he put it on my ring finger.
I wore it there, along with my wedding set, until the summer of 2014. That is when I lost the diamond from my engagement ring. Now only that slender band of gold is proudly worn on my ring finger. I think of her each time I look at it. I think of Richard each time I look at it. I think of all the many, many years of love these men bestowed upon us, their ladies. We were a lucky couple of ladies. For sure.