Young girls fantasize about it. Jewelry stores compete over it. It’s a monumental day when a man selects a stone for the love of his life. It’s a moment of joy and hope and excitement.
I watched a man choose a different stone for the love of his life. I watched my father choose a tombstone for my mom. Joy, hope and excitement were absent that day. Instead, we felt sadness and fear and defeat.
The woman for whom he had chosen a diamond 46 years earlier now needed a permanent resting spot and a marker for her grave.
No one makes a big deal about selecting this stone.