Ring of Remembrance
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His name was Horace William Evans.
He passed away over 25 years ago.
He would whistle as he walked around his farm. A man that was content with being himself. He did not delve into the discussions of religion or politics. What would be would be.
He married a woman named Daisy June. They fell in love at first sight. Horace pursued June with passion and they would go on to have 3 beautiful children, build a home and retire together.
The couple went through life arm in arm, enduring the tough times and pushing forward together.
When Horace passed away he had said “Don’t be afraid of heaven, it is a beautiful place”. June had lost her best friend and soul mate.
June took her time packing Horace’s things away. She didn’t want his presence to leave her.
February 23rd … He hadn’t been gone long. June had to face the task of the paperwork. Horace had always done it. His desk was a wooden one that had a roll down top. Horace wasn’t the tidiest of people - but he had his own way of sorting it all out.
Along the ledge was his spaghetti westerns. His favourite read. He loved to watch Bonanza and he would tell his children that they could watch it till the first person died (which wasn’t very long in Bonanza).
June shuffled through the paperwork feeling overwhelmed. She had never had to do any of it before. It was always her job to manage the house and the family.
As she searched she came across a jewelry gift box. Slowly opening it a small folded note was inside with a ruby ring. Ruby was her favourite gem.
The note read:
”Every year I have forgotten your birthday, but not this time my ragga muffin”
It was true. For over 50 years Horace had forgotten his wife’s birthday and kept thinking it was on the 26th of February, when it was on the 24th.
June wore that ring for the rest of her life and took it to the universe when she was laid to peace with him. It was on that day she used the powers of her own mind to heal all the past hurts instantly and reframe her own memories.
