The Black Ring.

I bought a new ring this weekend.  Since I had lost 20 pounds after Kathys’ death, I was afraid that I might loose my wedding ring, so I took it off.  Yet, I really felt a need to have a ring on that finger.  After all, I had a wonderful 37 year marriage but death ended my marriage.

Then, this weekend, I saw a black ring and said “yes!  That is exactly what I am look for!”  It is a wedding band to symbolize my marriage and black to symbolize the loss of my precious wife.  Strange as it may sound, I now feel whole again.

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