My Ring

When I was in Vegas a couple months ago, one of the highlights of the trip was sneaking into Tiffany and buying myself a little something. I know that some people don't understand why I love Tiffany so much, but I think it is special, and my sister Karen reminds me that I deserve Tiffany. To me, this ring is more symbolic, than just being from a certain store. Just before Drew had his surgery, the nurses were trying to get his wedding ring off, but they were having trouble because his fingers were swollen. It was so funny to watch because they were trying all these different methods to get it off, tying string around his finger, using lotion...Meanwhile Drew is telling them "Are you even trying? Put some muscle into it." When they finally got it off they gave it to me for safe-keeping. I ended up just wearing it. I told myself that if anything happened to him that I would always wear it. That I would never take it off. Rings to me are symbolic, and it is his, and it is a symbol of the love that we will share for eternity. I got so I liked to see it on my finger, and when I took it off when we got home, I was very happy to give it back, but I decided that I needed a replacement. So, I saved my money and got something nice for myself. To me, this ring symbolizes that I was able to give Drew his ring back, that he is okay, and that I was able to survive this trial in my life. There are still days that I struggle, that I wonder if I ever will be okay. I wonder if I ever will recover from this traumatic experience. And, looking at my ring, I tell myself that I did it, and that through time, I will be okay.