Lord Lady of the Ring

Lord Lady of the Ring

My fastidious sister called me this morning in a panic. Yesterday morning she took off her wedding ring to put some lotions on her legs and then never saw her ring again.
She searched all night for it but couldn't find it, so this morning she asks me to come help her, maybe I could see something she couldn't.
I get over there at a little before 11am. We tear this house APART. We move furniture, turn chairs and couches over. I get the flashlight and look under the beds, down drains, under the washer and dryer, along baseboards, etc...
We searched everywhere for 2 hours. Nothing.
Finally, we were exhausted from constant searching, our backs aching, so we decided to take a break. She then proceeded to tell me the heartbreaking story of how she came to get that ring. It's not her original wedding ring. They were but teenagers when they married so all he could afford was a thin gold band with a miniscule diamond. On their 10th anniversary, he presented her with this beautiful wide gold band and a 1 carat diamond. He got down on one knee and proposed once more and then took the ring to a priest to have it blessed. Now, 15 yrs later, she loses that ring.
I begged her not to finish this story because I wanted to cry. All that beautiful symbolism is now lost.

We sat and talked for a while and I told her several times that when she's not looking for it she will find it. Secretly, I felt horrible because when she called me, I was confident that I would go over to her house and find that ring. I never questioned it.
I worked as an optical lab tech for quite a while and I got extremely good at finding those small screws and frame parts that fell on the dark carpeting of my lab.

So finally, I decided to leave, apologizing to her that I couldn't find her ring.
She walked me to the porch and we stood there for a moment saying goodbye when I glanced down at the bench on her porch and I couldn't believe my fucking eyes. There it was, gleaming in the sunlight. Her wedding ring.
I grabbed it so fast, as if it would disappear if I didn't get my hands on it quick enough.
When I handed it to her, she screamed and threw herself into my arms and just cried. We also laughed our asses off. For 2 and a half hours, we tore her house apart, on our hands and knees, breaking our backs moving furniture and all the time, it was outside.
She then remembered that she was running late for exercise class the previous morning so she came outside to let the dog out and put her lotion on while she waited, sitting on the bench.
This was different than her usual routine, so she completely forgot that she was on the porch that morning.
It doesn't matter, we found the ring and that is all that matters.

I've never had a lasting symbol of love like that but I do know how important it would be to me if I did.

So, I am the Queen of Lost Items! (as long as the item doesn't belong to me)

Posted by De at July 10, 2003 02:38 PM