My father died three years ago. I know today if he could tell us what he thought about me and my mother he’d be angry. Not just because of what I have done, but because of what my mother has put me through and the life decision she has made. My mother gave me dad’s wedding ring and one other for a keep sake and now a days I wonder if it’s worth keeping not because of the discontent I feel against my mother, but because of how my father would feel being married to her or the reminder of their wedding vales. I known father would feel in differ to the circumstances and would probably scold us both very harshly. I wouldn’t blame him, but it hard to know what the dead is saying or is screaming from heaven. I’ll most likely keep it for until it gets lost in time and I am gone. Even though the male wedding ring is simply a gold etc band it still has so much mean through life and death which scares me quite a bit. Some times I dream his death was just a sick joke and he comes back outta nowhere and then me and my mother are happy again and our house is back with everything.