On impulse, while sitting in class today -- the facilitator was very interesting, and was focusing on some of the participants that just had not "gotten it" yet -- I switched rings on my hands. I have thought several times about how that ring on my left had has been there since Margaret put it on me during our wedding -- only off for momentary reasons (Surgery, procedures, etc.). Don't remember how long I have worn my Dad's wedding band on my right hand -- a long time for sure. I have wondered if I would continue wearing my wedding band, or should take it off and put it with Margaret's rings. I guess those kind of thoughts were the seeds of the impulse today. Anyway, I swapped the rings. WOW. They both weigh about the same: one takes up more real estate than the other. It was as if I had just rewired my body or something. In the brief time the rings were swapped I could believe there was something terribly wrong and out of place or I was very disoriented, or something. What I did was to quickly swap the rings back.
And made a decision. If I have that impulse again, I am not going to do it in a crowd of people. Most likely, I'm not going it. Maybe some day I'll try taking my wedding band off to see what it is like. Right now, that feels as if I would e taking Margaret out of my heart and life, and I do not forsee that I will ever be able to do that -- NOR do I ever want to think that way again or consider the possibility.
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