'Can you hold my ring?'

It's the last thing he says to me as he's being ushered off by the nurse. Always.

And every time it kills me for the hours that he's gone.  Always.

And my chest will only finally loosen and relax once he's home and that ring is back on his finger.  Always.

And it doesn't matter if it's major surgery or a routine colonoscopy (like today).  It happens every time, and every time it kills me.

'Can you hold my ring?'


#always #yesican #lovemycrohnie