Two Rings and a Necklace

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Some versions of wedding vows end with “until death do us part.”  Others, “as long as we both shall live.”

I see a substantial difference between the two. In the former, marriage vows would appear to end with a spouse’s death.

I don’t see it that way: both the linguist and the lawyer in me assure me that as a matter of sentence construction, “as long as we both shall live” legitimately can be interpreted the way my heart does, preserving this marriage as long as I live, too.

Now I carry both our wedding rings.

My friend Myra took me with her on an expedition into town.  She had me try on the same periwinkle shirt she tried on.

Near the dressing rooms, an exceptionally flattering store light was cast on the necklace Jim gave me for a last Valentine’s Day and for what he called the next “birthday of significance.”  He knew he would not be there for any more birthdays.

The sales lady saw it sparkling, diffracting into clusters of bright pinpoint diamonds which surrounded us in the mirrored hallway.  She said to me, as I was opening the dressing room door to go inside, “That’s a beautiful necklace.”

“Thank you.  My husband gave it to me.”  My hand automatically fell to it and then to his wedding band, which hangs on another chain just beneath it.

He’s a keeper,” she said.

“He was,” I answered quietly as the changing room door clanged shut.

“Oh,” she said, knowingly, from the other side of the door, where she could not see my face and had failed to pick up on the tone of my voice.  “Not so much anymore?”

The thought that I am a widow and not bitterly divorced does not seem to enter the minds of the overwhelming majority of people I meet, who do not notice I carry Jim’s wedding ring as well as wearing my own.  At my age, I suppose it would not.  It is as wildly statistically improbable as it is that my otherwise stunningly healthy young husband, who had neither any known risk factor nor any imperfect health habits, would be diagnosed with pancreatic cancer.

The only person I did not know previously who has remarked on Jim’s ring was a Grand Rounds speaker from a Vermont hospice.  She noticed it immediately—indeed, her talk began with the tactile exercise of having the audience members form objects out of bright, pliable clay.  She spoke of talismans, the importance of physical objects one can touch to soothe grief.

After the talk, the doctor standing next to mentioned to her that I had  lost my husband two months earlier.  She said to me, “I noticed the ring,” and added, “I don’t know how you’re up and walking around.”

I was a bit concerned to hear this from a specialist in the grief field.

My answer was, and continues to be, simple: I have to be.

 

 

(c) 2012 Stephanie M. Glennon

About Stephanie

In her spare time, Stephanie works full-time, and then some, as an attorney. She has published articles and delivered talks in arcane fields like evidentiary issues, jury instructions, expert witnesses, and forensic evidence. She also is an adjunct professor at a law school on the banks of the Charles and loves that dirty water, as she will always think of Boston as her home. You are welcome to take a look at her Facebook author page, or follow @SMartinGlennon on Twitter. All content on this blog, unless otherwise attributed, is (c) 2012-2016 by Stephanie M. Glennon and should not be reproduced (in any form other than re-blogging in accordance with Wordpress protocol and the numerous other wee buttons at the bottom of each post) without the express permission of the domain holder.
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11 Responses to Two Rings and a Necklace

  1. Susan Battye says:

    O.K. so NOW I get my blonde Sven remark was so comical at lunch today. Nicely put in your blog, my friend. How touched, how proud, how full of love Jim would feel to read your words and to see in your heart. I can hear him, down by the pond, perhaps thinking of you as he watched the squatters fishing from their makeshift rafts, “Yup. Steph’s a keeper.” I’m sure he knew that it was you who make the necklace beautiful.

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