My dad had a signet ring that I used to “borrow” and wear throughout my middle and high school years. Sometimes he would take it back and wear it, and then I would have to find it so I could wear it. Once he told me I was going to lose it if I did not put it somewhere safe at night, and then he stole it. I was frantic until my mom told me what had happened.
The ring traveled with me when I left home and has been with me ever since. Even though my father died over 30 years ago, I still feel his love and strength when I wear it. I have been able to part with almost all of my mother’s jewelry and collectables, however my father’s possessions are sacrosanct, holding the power to comfort, encourage, and guide me.
I am more aware of his presence in the fall. He passed away one September day, at the beginning of fall. And, as a true Scorpio, was born in November, when the chill of winter encroaches and darkness replaces the light. We were close, even though his anger was easily ignited. I knew he adored me, even though he was a man of few words. His love surrounded me, even when we argued, as freedom seeking daughters do with fathers who wish to keep them safe.
So here I am over 30 years later wishing for one more hug, to once more hear the resonance of his deep voice as he whispers good-night in my ear, for one more shared cup of hot honey/whiskey/water on a cold night, and even for one more “discussion” about my life choices. Autumn makes me ache for his love, and so I wear his ring and dream of Scorpio love.
What a lovely tribute. I have my dad’s wedding band. I should wear it sometimes.
My daughter has and wears her dad’s signet ring it’s the most precious thing she owns. She would like this podcast.