Why Me?

Posted by Coral Andrews Apr 1, 2007

I was always playing with Ring - twirling him around my finger.

One day I had it .. the next day .. gone.

T'was a simple yet elegant trinket set with a little amber stone surrounded by thistle leafs - Celtic in design. It didn't cost much but the sentimental value of it is priceless.

When Tom put Ring on my finger in our private mediaeval ceremony in Scotland's Balgonie chapel, that was true and timeless magic. Ring has been there for me through all our adventures from 2001 right up to early January 2007.

Ring never left my finger except for daily ritual summer swims in Georgian Bay no matter what the water temperture.

I have searched every pocket of every coat I own for Ring - purses, totebags, gloves, mitts, socks and shoes. (I once found a lost necklace in my fave black boot). I have scoured every inch of my apartment - under the bed, in my pillowcases, every drawer, every jewelry box, every cupboard I can think of, down the cracks in the couch, under armchairs, in the bookcases, around the kitchen, the dining room, the hutch - even my camera case, and CD bag. I constantly rummage in there to change music each week for Coral FM.

I remember twirling Ring around my finger many a time at the video store where I work. So I scanned bins, boxes, nooks and crannies from Anchorman to Zelig.

I've searched the fresh kitty litter and even the soiled litter box on more than one occasion hoping one of my four cats -Zeus, Squonk, Feste or Reggie -snatched Ring up for a pretty play thing..

I think of my Ring every night and last week I had a scathingly brilliant idea.

While I was at work, Tom went down to the storage locker and pored through every Yuletide bin and box cherished ornaments, thinning tinsel, reams of multi colour lights - and my last hope the Christmas tree bin where I had to squash the branches to fit into their assigned bin space. Perhaps Ring had become a reluctant decoration having become impaled on a tree branch.

Nothing...

I miss Ring terribly.

I won't adorn my fingers with anything else - partially out of fear but more out of loyalty. I guess Ring must have just quietly slipped off my finger and maybe one day we will reunite when I least suspect it. One Christmas Tom gave me a beautiful Celtic cross necklace to match Ring and it rarely leaves my neck, but nothing can replace my one and only Celtic circle of promise.

For now, I face the world a little sadder, sans Ring, my long slender wedding finger au naturel...