A Little Spooky
my ring
When we were first married, we could only afford a wedding band for me. Way back then we bought a pretty gold, engraved with leaves wedding band. It was a one of a kind band, made by a jeweler who worked in the jewelry store on commision. I think the ring only cost $120 (which would be a lot more nowadays) and the store has been closed for quite a few years. Now I have to wear it on my pinky, cause my ring finger became larger fatter. A couple years ago, I decided for Christmas to buy my husband a wedding band. Now this ring isn't very expensive, cause we're simple folk (meaning we don't have a lot of money to waste on jewelry). I know that not having a wedding band has kind of bugged my husband for about, oh....around 28 years. He's more sentimental than I am.
So I bought him this nice gold band that has three diagonal rows of teenyweeny diamonds. I think they are called diamond chips! :) He loves this ring. He wore it everyday to work, then he lost a diamond chip from it. We can never be bothered with sending things away to be repaired , I think the one year warranty (hahahahahaha) was over anyway, so he decided not to wear it to work anymore, and just wear it on weekends or when we go somewhere. Fine with me, sometimes I take off my pinky wedding ring for days- weeks on end.
My hubby always put the ring on his bedside table. One day the ring disappeared. We looked all over for it. No ring.
A year later (A YEAR) we decide to move. We pack up everything. He was hoping to find the ring while we were packing. Got down to an emptry room, checked the baseboards, raked through the rug. Nothing. No ring. We have moved to a house from an apartment. We have a garage that has built-in cupboards. My husband has filled the cupboards with unpacked stuff, and packed stuff. He's been in and out of those cupboards since we moved slowly going through boxes and arranging things.
Last week his uncle died. the Uncle spent some time in the hospital before he passed, and my husband tried to go everyday to see him after work and after dinner. The funeral was Saturday. As we are going to the car from the garage, my husband goes to put a tool back in the cupboard. There is his ring on top of the toolbox in plain sight- just sitting on the toolbox that he had moments before opened and closed.
When he told me about it after the funeral, the first thing I thought of was his brother, who had committed suicide 8 years ago. He just popped in my head.