Next month, Dale and I would have celebrated our 30th anniversary. The 30th anniversary is "Pearl." A couple of months ago, I decided I would buy myself a nice pearl ring to commemorate. First, though, I needed to take off my wedding band, which hasn't left my finger in these 29+ years. When Dale died, I wouldn't take the ring off because I thought it would be disrespectful to him, and, especially, to the children. Over the years, as I've gained weight, my finger reached the point where the ring wouldn't even move. I couldn't get it off my finger now matter how many ways, or how hard, I tried. When the pearl ring idea occurred to me, I asked both Briton and Hannah for permission to take off my band. They both said it would be okay, so, the other night, I cut it off. Into two halves, so each of them could have one. Oddly, I didn't feel anything emotionally. I suppose when you've been a widow longer than you were a wife, t...