Stop in for a cup of coffee

In another evolution of my Dad's aging and Alzheimer's progression, he is no longer able to wear his wedding ring and doesn't want it around. His hands have shrunken so much with age that the ring won't stay on his finger, so we took it off a few weeks ago and put it in his keepsake box on his dresser. He kept taking it out and throwing it in the trash (no one knows why). So after a few weeks of retrieving it and putting it back, I now have inherited it.

It's a strange emotional feeling to be wearing the wedding ring that father had on his finger for as long as you can remember (he was married for 57 years when my mom passed). This ring was the one my mom gave him on their 10th anniversary to replace the original plain gold band.

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