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| Monday, November 27, 2006 |
| Remembering |
A few days ago I was going thru my Holiday shopping list, trying to figure-out what I should get each family member. Mom is always tricky; it’s easy to buy her some cute little figurine to put on yet another shelf. But that’s one more thing my dad will groan about having around the house. Then the idea came to me one morning while I was hunting thru my jewelry box for some earring to wear, I flipped open the place where I keep my rings. There staring at me is a round cut light purple stone attached to a band my mom constantly gave me a hard time for because I never got sized.
You see back in 2002-2003 I was dating someone; he was very special to me and visa versa. When the holiday season came around it was common knowledge that my boyfriend who I was living with (sharing a house with him, my daughter and my older brother) had been toting around and showing everyone the engagement ring he had bought for me. There were quiet whispers about how he was going to purpose; the shot down ideas were leaked to me. And many of my friends had already seen the ring. Well this information got back to my elderly grandmother who had been living with my parents ever since she suffered from a set of strokes. Being the old-fashioned German women she was she had bought an engagement gift in anticipation for the engagement.
February came and with that the Love of my young Life decided that he didn’t want to be with me anymore. Deciding that he was above compromising at anything, and then deciding that he was going to enforce his own rule of not dating an Ex (you see we were each-others first bf/gf in school). Anyways after a few months my grandmother decides to give me the ring anyways, telling me why she had originally bought it.
Continuing on, I took it into the store my grandmother bought it at and got it sized. Luckily my Mom, oddly enough my older brother and I all have the same ring size (I found out about my brother’s when I was keeping hold of his wedding band the day he got married. Fit my perfectly, weird). So on Monday I went in to pick it up, I tried it on to make sure it fit correctly and also to just try it on once. Looking down to it I could feel everything rush over me . . . the whole what might have been. The heart-brake that happened instead. I knew there was no way that I would ever wear it myself. My mom loves the ring so much, specially knowing that my late grandma . . . her mother had bought it for such a happy reason. It should serve as a happy reminder for one of us, not lay dusting and un used in my jewelry box. I just hope she sees it as a happy memory and not my sad one.
Question of the Day: Is there a difference between being content and hiding? |
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