Losing It

See the small gold ring on the pinky finger of my dear mother-in-law, Saint Helen, in the picture below? You can’t tell from this angle, but there is an H inscribed on the top of the ring.

I was pleased and honored to be given the ring after her death. Depending on the time of day, the small ring either fit me snugly or a bit loosely. And since I wasn’t yet accustomed to wearing it, I had to make a conscious effort to make sure it was either on my finger or in the small bowl in which I keep my jewelry when I’m not wearing it.

Everything was going swimmingly until one afternoon I realized the ring was neither on my finger nor in the bowl. I lost it, both literally and figuratively.

Tearing through the house like a madwoman, I looked everywhere I thought the ring might be: the pockets of my blue jeans, inside my sock drawer, underneath every piece of furniture, within my bedsheets. And when I didn’t find it, I indulged in a major crying jag. That’s what poor Studly Doright came home to on Saturday afternoon. He patted me on the back and commiserated with me, saying “It’ll turn up.”

I wasn’t all that confident.

Then yesterday morning I decided to put on some makeup, even though I had no intention of leaving the house, and there, at the bottom of my makeup bag, I spotted a little circle of gold. It must’ve slipped off the previous morning.

I solemnly swear I will not wear this ring again until I’ve had it sized. My heart can’t take losing it again.

Peace, people.

Author: nananoyz

I'm a semi-retired crazy person with one husband and two cats.

18 thoughts on “Losing It”

  1. Girl. I lost my mother’s ridiculously thin gold wedding ring when it fell off a chain that was around my neck. We had been at Cubs stadium in Chicago and then walked several blocks to a restaurant. There was no hope of finding it. If I had it to do over, it would be sitting in my jewelry box instead of hanging around my neck. So, I really get it. Make sure the resized ring fits really tight. 🙂

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      1. Listen I lost my mother’s wedding ring. It fell of my finger one day on this riverbank. It just went and i never got it. I felt terrible although a bit of me felt that it was almost as if it was taken from my finger and maybe I should let it go if you get me. It wasn’t the one from her actual day. It was a later one. She couldn’t wear the original one cos her finger was too swollen on the knuckle. And you know I don’t wear a ring now at all cos of a badly damaged joint. I can’t get one to fit. Also the stone fell out of this eternity ring Dad had bought her when they lived in HongKong. That was at a PTA barbeque. Do you know this dad kindly turned out every bin bag and got it. SO I know how you felt.


  2. Glad it was found. I hope you and Studly are doing okay after all the family has been through recently. The loss of a treasured gift would have made things harder I think.

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    1. On no!!! I typically don’t lose important stuff. I’m absent minded, but when it comes to sentimental items I’m very careful. That’s why this hit me so hard. All all the things to lose! The relief when I found it was overwhelming.


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