The Ring

My grandmother offered for me and my now husband to use her wedding band. I was very pleased as my grandparents had the long and happy marriage to which I aspired. The problem is that I have very small fingers (ring size 4) and it wasn’t the type of ring that could easily be resized. My husband had a jeweler friend build it up from the inside and it fit me decently though it was a little loose, especially after weight loss and in cooler weather. I loved that ring because it was a connection to one of my favorite people. After my grandma passed away, wearing that ring was a reminder that a part of her would always be with me.

One day, I was driving home after a long day at work. I opened the window and I thought I felt something slip off my finger. I looked down at my hand and the ring was gone. I immediately called a friend at work, hoping I had left it there. Several people in the office looked but nobody found anything. I looked on the side of the road where I first found it missing, I called the gym where I worked out, I searched the garbage cans at home, my husband took the seats out of my car, and I did several more searches at work. Nothing. I was devastated.

Months later, we finally called in an insurance claim. I picked out a new ring, custom-made, much better suited to my small hand. I still hope upon hope, that one day it will just turn up out of the blue. It’s been 8 years since it’s gone and I’d give anything to have it back.