Today I went to the bank to put my wedding ring away before leaving for Rio on Friday. Its amazing how an inanimate object attached to an appendage can mean so much. I’m not a “girlie girl” wearing oodles of jewlery and tons of makeup but I always wear my ring. Today as I took it off and it made a soft clang against the metalic box it seemed…sad. Though it stands for no more than a ring given by someone I love more now than the day it found its way upon my finger its also been a silent witness to the trials and tears, laughter and late night meals. Its watched silently, judging not. And as I tucked it away and turned the key, sitting in my car instinctively rolling a finger over where it used to be I missed it feeling strangely bereft.