“I am wearing two rings – my old wedding ring, for the last time, and the ring Alex has given me – it was his mother’s. His father gave it to her. The old and the new. My hands look pretty but they’re bloodied…Bloodied with betrayal and deceit and cowardice. We can’t choose how we’re made but we can choose, in every moment of our lives, to seek for honesty, for integrity and for the path with heart. To be the best we can be. Our self.”
