Just realized I better explain myself even further.  When Sam passed, I put his wedding band on to wear with mine, promising myself I would always wear as it was a part of him. It was a daily reminder for me of how much he truly loved me.  However, the only way it stayed on my finger was to wear it over my band with my diamond holding it in place. I realized right away it was not a smart move to wear it but I could not bring myself to let go of it.  Finally, Monday I decided I just needed to make myself do it, which I did.  Interesting thing is, once I made the decision to not wear it any longer, my memories of him changed, becoming much warmer (for lack of a better term), perhaps more clear in my mind's eye.  The guilt at first of not wearing it any longer almost made me put it back on, but I told myself I really do have to find little ways to move on. Removing his band is just one very small step in that direction.  As to whether or not I will ever remove my own wedding band, as of right now I say no.  Tomorrow may be a different story.

q'ua