When the love of my life got down on one knee and asked me to marry him I was overcome with emotion. Getting engaged is such a pivotal point in life and when I look back on that moment I cannot help but smile. Ever since that day nearly six years ago I’ve adorned a beautiful ring on my left hand.
To many people, I assume, their wedding ring is the most important piece of jewelry they own. For me, the ring my husband gave me not only symbolizes our love and commitment to each other, but symbolizes my connection to his mother, whom I never had the opportunity to meet.
My mother-in-law, Susan, was only forty three when cancer tragically claimed her life. She was a feisty, strong and passionate women whose life revolved around her only child, her son. I have come to know and love Susan through shared memories. I feel as though I owe her a debt of gratitude for instilling strong values, work ethic and passion in her son.
The ring that my husband presented me when he asked for my hand is comprised of diamonds that his mother wore routinely. Having jewels that she owned embedded in such an important piece helps me feel connected to the women who made my husband the loving man and father he is today. I feel a strong kinship with her despite the fact that we have never met. When I glance at the beautiful ring my husband made for me I feel bonded to her in ways I cannot describe. I know in my heart that I have earned her love and approval.
Someday when I am gone my children will inherit this ring and although Susan never had the chance to meet her grandchildren, a piece of her will reside with them always. Her diamonds will be passed down for generations to come.