Tag: Gratitude

(today’s sunset at 5:43 pm, EST)

This is a long tale…of woe, I ‘spect.

My mother was in a Tom Thumb wedding when she was  five years old; as part of the event, she was given a gold band. As she grew older, she wore the band on her pinkie finger and when she married, it stayed there, next to her thin gold wedding band. As a child, I coveted that Tom Thumb ring…I don’t think she could’ve removed it, had she been so inclined.

Fast forward to early 80s; I found a pinky gold band that was shaped much like a lower case h  – with a small diamond in the upper portion of the letter. Of course I bought the ring and wore it too on my left pinky finger. I eventually had the diamond removed for it often got snagged.  I had the ring for nearly forty years – wearing it mostly when I was out: working; socializing; etc.

Yesterday,  I joined  friends for our Thursday stitching gathering and on the way home made a couple stops, one at a small shopping plaza. As I was walking the halls to get to my car, I looked down at my left hand and realized I didn’t have on my ring! I retraced my steps: I’d gone to Joann’s and the grocery store for bananas, apples and a container of Panera’s broccoli cheese soup (sooo good!). A look and inquiry in both places turned up not-a-thing! I drove home, thinking, hoping that perhaps I’d not put on the ring. Alas, that was not the case. The ring was not in my jewelry box.

I searched my purse and the basket of knitting I’d taken. I searched the pockets of the jeans and shirt I wore; my coat pockets. I even searched the plastic bags that held my purchases. I  searched through every thing, many times over. To no avail! My friend- in whose home we gathered – even searched her couch, moving the pillows and looking underneath. Zilch. Da nada.

I have not thoroughly searched my car; just don’t have the emotional energy. Perhaps over the weekend –  if the weather cooperates and that’s dubious… because winter may return…

I am slowly coming to terms with my lost ring. I know that I can always get a replacement of some sort, if I so choose. I am grateful that the ring was not my mother’s from the Tom Thumb wedding. Had that been the case, I imagine I’d be a bit  inconsolable today.

As the sun sets – and it was pretty dramatic this day – I am feeling a tad better; it helps for me to voice, acknowledge my feelings. Know that I appreciate beyond words your support. I have learned over my years of living that life does go on and I am grateful for each day I’ve had; even the one where I’ve lost my ring.

Have a wonderful, preferably non-weather-event- weekend!

Cheers~