Saturday, March 20, 2010

The Ring

It is no secret.... my engagement ring is part of me. When he slipped it on my finger that September day, it symbolized more then our unity, but more so our eternal love, undying dedication and taking this journey together...never faltering.

It is a main reason that I wanted Michael cremated with his on. It eternalized it. It cemented what was already done.

When Michael went to pick mine out, he asked "What do you want, baby?"

Of course, being the girl, I had preconceptions on what I though I'd want it to look like, how it would be cut, etc.

But it was in that moment, as his green eyes stared down at me endearingly...that it all melted away.

"I want you to pick something out, that when you look at it, you think of me." I replied.

It didn't have filigree nor was it channeled with many stones. It was a simple cathedral setting with a princess cut diamond.

But as simple as its setting, oh how that diamond glowed. Its facets reflecting colors I had never seen. A simple cut to hide its many complexities.

I stare at the ring so often, and finally see why Michael chose it. It's the perfect combination of us's our ring <3


  1. I didn't pick out either one of my engagement rings. I am not an accessory girl for one, but I always thought the ring should be a gift that expresses your partner in some way.

    My late husband's choice rests in a box for our daughter. She thinks she should also get the one that her step-father gave me too - since they are both her dads. She reminds me of my younger sister with her eye for shiny things.

    Your ring is beautiful.

  2. I can relate. My husband never took his ring off and had told me often "when I die, the ring goes with me". However, the funeral home gave us a hard time about that, and I couldn't cope with arguing with them at the time (I wish I had). So instead, I did the next best thing. When we let his ashes go in the ocean, I put the ring in with the ashes. My husband also loved metal detecting - and his son remarked that he would love the idea of someone finding his ring, if it ever washed ashore, doing one of the things he loved to do.

    My engagement ring is very special to me also. My husband already had the diamonds he wanted to use - so he took them to a jeweler friend and they designed a ring around them. He surprised me with it on Valentines Day 2005 - and it took my breath away. Not just the beauty of the ring - but the fact that he had it made especially for me. Part of who he was and who we were together is symbolized by that ring. I too, often find myself just starting at it.

    It's been 14 months since he died - and some days, when I focus on what I've lost, the grief is still overwhelming. But on other days, like today - when I focus on the amazing love we shared and the fact that no one can ever take that away from me - I am just overwhelmed with gratitude.

  3. I too am grateful for what I had, No-One can take away yesterday, my husband gave me my ring, I never picked it or saw it, he picked it for me, it was ours. I am so grateful for 26 years, I just wanted 26 more......

  4. Thank you all for taking the time to read and share your own experiences with "the ring". It warms my heart and makes me feel honored to be on this journey with each of you.