In my hand, lying next to the band of gold slipped on my finger many years ago, is a tiny segment from the local paper with a few lines written regarding the man I've loved for so long. The years we shared have come to a sudden halt, leaving me with memories no piece of paper could hold.
Growing old together was such a pleasure; and the love we shared was solid as the gold wrapped around my finger. Love is the only thing you can't measure, once received ... it lingers. Now, as I store our rings together, I'm going to say a prayer:
God, when the time comes for me to go, Please, have my husband waiting for me Eternally.