A Ring Around My Heart

The morning started ordinarily enough.

“It’s morning, mommy!” a far too cheerful voice shouted by my ear. “It’s morning! It’s morning! It’s morning!”

It would have been cuter, had I not just hauled her back to her bed (for the third time) at 4:30 a.m.

Nevertheless, I scooped her up onto the bed, praying halfheartedly that she’d go back to sleep.

“Are you sure it’s morning? I don’t think the sun’s up yet.”

“Yep. I want to go downstairs!”

Rolling over sleepily, Brian peered at her through one blue eye and said, “why don’t you go downstairs by yourself? Mommy’s tired.”

“Noooooooooooooooo! I want mommy,” she insisted, tugging my eyelids  open.

“Alright, alright. I’m up.” Blearily, I stumbled out of bed and down the stairs, grunting in response to her endless chatter.

I let the dog out. Turned the coffee pot on. Made her a piece of toast.

You know, standard fare.

I took a sip from my cup of coffee. And then a second. And then a third. Finally, my eyes opened all the way.

I glanced down at my left hand. Then away. Then, in response to the alarm ringing dimly at the back of my skull, I looked back.

An empty hole glared back at me from the center of my engagement ring. The diamond was gone!

I let out a quiet scream of alarm.

“Are you okay mommy?” Tori asked, her brow furrowed.

Diamond ring (photo credit Wikipedia)

“I…yes. No. Do you see anything sparkly on the floor?”

This last was said as I dove down to my hands and knees, begging my still-exhausted eyes to see clearly.

Together, we inched across the kitchen floor. But there was nothing there.

I checked the bathroom. Looked in the kitty food container. Shook out the blanket on the couch where I’d spent a couple of hours in the middle of the night.

Still nothing.

Charging upstairs, I started tearing the bed apart.

“What’s wrong?” Brian asked, sitting up quickly as he shook sleep from his eyes.

“My diamond. It’s gone. Look!” I said, thrusting my hand in his face.

“Oh. Well, I’m sure it’s somewehere…”

Together we looked in all the likeliest places. But nothing turned up. As  time passed, my heart sank lower and lower.

I cleaned the whole damn house yesterday. It could be in any number of trash bags, or down any number of drains.

It might just be…gone.

Brian has tried to make me feel better. He’s told me we can just get a new diamond…or even a new ring. He’s said he could even propose in the mall again. That we could renew our vows.

But that’s not the point.

That little diamond was a symbol of hope. An artifact leftover from the time when I was 22, completely naive, and unsure of anything except that I wanted to marry the man who gave it to me.

I intended to wear it to my grave.

It’s just a ring. Just a piece of metal and stone. But it carried a piece of my heart within it.

Nothing could ever replace it.

And so, tonight, I grieve.


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6 Comments on A Ring Around My Heart

  1. Gail
    September 16, 2012 at 9:33 pm (3 years ago)

    I’ve lost not only my diamond, but the whole damn ring. And my wedding band. And the Irish wedding band my husband gave to me on my 21st birthday. So you are not alone!

  2. Ginger
    September 17, 2012 at 10:13 am (3 years ago)

    Oh, that is so frustrating; I hope it turns up!

  3. Wendy
    September 17, 2012 at 2:31 pm (3 years ago)

    I am so sorry. I can only imagine how much your heart hurts right now.

  4. Jackie
    September 18, 2012 at 11:13 am (3 years ago)

    Oh no! I’m sorry that you have lost something so close & dear to your heart. I know that it’s going to be difficult but I hope that you find it.

  5. Cecilia
    September 18, 2012 at 9:59 pm (3 years ago)

    I’m so sorry…I know what you mean, about the ring being a symbol of where you were when you received it. In the span of 2 or 3 years I had lost both my engagement ring and my wedding ring…the engagement ring resurfaced one day when I was cleaning out our kitchen drawers but I know the wedding ring is lost forever because I lost it overseas. Nothing can replace it, I know. But I do hope it resurfaces…I never ever dreamed that I would see my ring again but I did. Good luck.

  6. Charlotte
    September 22, 2012 at 2:24 pm (3 years ago)

    Oh, hun… I’m so very sorry to hear this. My heart aches for you because I can imagine the memories/sentiments this ring–and diamond–holds for you. I really hope it turns up soon…

    At the same time, I love that your hubby has been thinking up sweet ways to replace it. What a wonderful man! XOXO


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