Letters to Tuvia #62: Your Rings, My Finger (10-27-15)

Evening Tuv R,

What do you think?  Do recognize your rings?  A jeweler friend of Jane’s has a shop in Nyack and  lit up when I showed him the rings and  shared some of your history.  He would have loved to have met you. Not sure if you would have felt the same, but his enthusiasm for my new project was just what I wanted to see. He had an immediate vision to “roll” the rings so that they fit together, add some diamond chips to the thicker ring for sparkle and  finally, a major ring cleanup.  I was salivating  and  with my finger newly  empty as we left the shop, I couldn’t wait go through the process, view the transformation and get them back on my finger.

In one and 1/2 weeks, they are back, now fitting snuggly and  I can’t stop looking down, turing them around, lifting up my finger to catch the light of one of the 6 chips.

I just wish I could see the look on your face, the grin on your face.  They are on my ring finger,T.  I feel you inside them, with me after all the years that you wore them, they continue to live now with me.  A perfect gift from you forever after, my love.

And it was another full day: An early morning ride over the Tappan Zee  bridge with lots of commuters moving too slowly and but once I hit 684 I was racing to  Jack at  Dover at 75.  One there and out of the car, I  felt like I was home.  Jack and Matt and Danielle and Ann and some of Jack’s new teachers on the team were proud to share their  successes with me. I ran into my cousin Rebecca, teaching in Jack’s room and got an invite to her dad’s 70th birthday.

Can’t wait to get back to Dover in a few weeks.

Then a race back to Nyack to pick up the rings, another once over in my aparmemt, , searching for my missing reading glasses, on to Paramus for  walking and dining with Tara and back for TV.  World Series is on- Mets vs. Royals.  Nope, not watching.

It was a good day-my glasses are waiting for me at Sandy’s office.

It’s 8:33 and yes, I could climb into bed, but nope, I’m holding out.  Too early.

The rest of the week is filled with exercise, lunches and dinners out with friends.  Dinner on Friday night with Ron and Leora.  I am in motion and it feels like everything is normal, but not quite. Not even close.

I wonder what normal will look like without you?

Love you T,

Bonnie S.

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