Cristy came to my house and found me in a panic. I don’t usually cry over losing something, because I know the universe has my back, and if I lose something, I was supposed to lose it.
But, this was a ring, given to me by my Mom, the last birthday of mine before she died. She pulled it off of her finger, and handed it to me. I cried. This ring is over 87 years old. It was my grandfather’s engagement ring.
The amazing thing is, his initials were: HS, mine are SH. The actual initials have worn down to where you can’t see them, but its the idea. So, you can see why this ring is so important to me. I plan on giving it to my son, later.
Well, I lost it. I had it on, and then it was gone. I had lost a few pounds, and it fell off of my finger… somewhere.
Cristy showed up at my house and found me in tears. She said: “Don’t worry, Its here somewhere, I feel like its inside the house,” (I was searching the back lawn where I had walked a couple times that day), “but at the back of the house”. I found it much later that evening, in the kitchen (back of the house). It was under my keys. When I set my keys down, my ring came off with them.