For the last 2 days I have been feeling like my Mums ring is ready to come off. I have worn it since the day I found it in her house when I returned to England. It was supposed to go in the coffin with her but I kept feeling like it should stay with me, and it has, every day since then, on my finger.
Tonight was the first time I have taken it off and not been fully aware of where it is.
Standing in the shower I said ” ohhh I wonder where I left that”
I feel it will soon no longer be so present with me.
Perhaps because whenever I need her, or even when I don’t, I know she is there. Right beside me.
I love you Mum.
Ring or no ring.
You are with me
And soon I’ll let it go, when it is time