With my house all ripped apart and still having some camera issues I was at a little bit of a loss for a blog this evening. I’ve been kicking this one around in my head since a conversation at work a few weeks ago so I figured I’d give it a shot.
We were sitting in the ready room waiting for the boss to come down with the days work. Our morning talk for some reason turned to wedding rings and who wears them to work. It is a bit of a safety issue for Linemen to wear a ring while working, heavy equipment and jewelry just don’t always get along. For the record I wear my wedding ring everyday, all day. It only comes off after eating Mexican take out, when my ring finger swells a bit from all the salt and an old football injury (I had to throw that in). I sat there listening to all the banter and it took me back to the days of Cancer and my first wife. I know having been a Widower so young I’ve got a bit of an Old Man’s perspective on things. I think all the cool guy bluster of “I’m not wearing a ring for safety issues (wink,wink)” goes out the window when you’ve sat in the big chair up by the coffin. Now that I’m very happily re-married I find great comfort in the simple act of devotion of wearing my ring. So I can basically sum up my thoughts on the subject by saying that if I’m ever lying on the ground at the base of a pole looking up at my finger hanging off of a nail with my wedding band glinting in the sun, my only thought will be that she is worth it.
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