For my family and closest friends you understand what this in fact means. For 24 plus years Monty’s wedding band has never left his finger. Through thick and thin, good times and bad, (even a hospital visit or two) it has remained. It has been a sign, a pledge and an ultimate test of his love for me and our commitment to each other that has kept it glued to his finger.
It was a day much like any other. The skies were sparkling, the wind a fresh breath of air and Sea Bird was gently rocking on her mooring. There were chores to be done, groceries to be bought and bright work to be done. While I stowed the morning’s purchases and brought order to the galley, Monty inspected the rigging. It was during this routine event, as my back was turned, Monty’s ring finger got caught on the track for the sail slides, bringing him to his knees (slight exaggeration) and an OMG moment was had.
Dark memories surfaced (he explained to me) of days spent long ago in a machinist world. Of a time when out of necessity a wedding band was cut from a coworker’s finger. This time, however, the catalyst for removal was a sail slide and not a machine.
Yes, it was time to remove the ring.
Calling me on deck, he held out his hand. In a solemn voice, he told me it was time. Surprise, I’m sure, was written across my face as I realized what he meant. And yes, he had prepared me years ago that this time would come. It was inevitable. But it made me sad. You see, there are no do overs, you only get to put it on once.
From the very beginning it was a symbol commemorating our time and our commitment to one another. It spoke to my heart and represented our life, our journey, our dream of adventure.
So holding his hand I said, “I love you”, and he replied, “I love you too” and I slid the ring from his finger. . .