On what would have been my 49th wedding anniversary recently, I came across an old journal I'd written 10 years ago when my husband was hospitalized prior to his passing. In the journal I describe our last journey together on this earth.
I wrote about a day he gave me the most precious gift. He had been moved from CCU to a room and our children had returned home after believing he had begun his recovery. It was in the evening and I remember being so tired and sad and feeling very defeated despite the fact he seemed to be doing better.
I was seated by his bed and had my right hand on his chest with my head lowered and my eyes closed. Suddenly I felt his hand cover mine. I wore a ring we had purchased with inheritance money from three aunts. The ring is a lovely antique one that I wear to this day.
He turned to look at me and just as I raised my head, he twirled the ring on my finger and smiled. He could only talk in a whisper at this time, but I knew what he was saying. I felt an overwhelming love at that moment.
As the ring went round and round on my finger, I understood the message he was giving me, I started crying. Eternal love. Love like ours never dies. Sometimes and it may be my imagination, but sometimes today, ten years later, I see that ring moving around my finger. I feel it going on and on in this circle of love that lasts forever.
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