The Day I Lost My Wedding Ring

Everyone fears their wedding ring, but it isn’t until it actually happens that everything comes into perspective.

I was standing at Hurdman station and then I happened to notice my wedding ring was gone! A sense of panic started to rise and I calmly fished into my pants pocket where I usually put it when I wash my hands. You see, I have a wooden ring and soaps are not recommended.

I’ve had some close calls in the past where I leave the ring in my pocket for hours not realizing it and then think “Oh wait, I need my ring!”. Vero has told me I would lose it one day.

Today is that day. I scrambled and could not find my ring. I started freaking out a little and then retraced my steps. If my ring was in my pocket, it wasn’t in my shirt pocket because I didn’t have one on my shirt today.

I remember putting it into my left pocket so it doesn’t get scratched on my keys. I also have my iPod there. I ALSO have my earbuds there…a pile of wires that I yanked out of my pocket this morning on the way to the bus.

Quick, get on the bus going back to the original spot. When the heck is the bus coming? Why is this taking so long? Stop freaking out!

I get off the bus and start scanning the pavement. I seriously don’t know why I’m doing this because if anything, my ring is back at the spot where I pulled out my earbuds, not a kilometer past that point. But no matter, I’m doing whatever I can.

Things are racing through my head…I’m wondering what my reaction will be if I find the ring. I wonder if I should ask people along the way if they have seen it. Imagine if they had picked it up? I ask a woman if she’s seen a wooden ring. Please get freaked out when you say “Excuse me”. They wonder what the heck you are going to say. It’s a sad world we live in. You can see she felt sorry for me.

I start thinking about how Vero and I always said that these rings don’t matter that much. A ring doesn’t show how much we love each other and if we choose not to wear it, it’s not an indication of anything lost.

That’s all hogwash now. I miss this ring so much. It hurts to think that I’ve lost it three months after we got married on a beautiful day. It was a beautiful wedding. I’m hating the ring so much now for what it means to me. Here I thought I would always think it’s ‘just a ring’ and now I’m freaking out because I’ve lost it. Maybe someone picked it up. Maybe someone left it there once they saw an inscription.

All these thoughts and feelings are going through me as I see my breath before me on this cold morning, looking for my ring on the sidewalk.

I’m not going to lie, tears came down my face when I found the ring exactly where I thought it would be. Sitting on the sidewalk where I pulled out my earbuds to listen to some music this morning. I thanked the heavens (as I always do when good luck comes my way) and just stood there shocked that I found it, and shocked at how much this ring meant to me.

It’s just a silly ring, an object. But I love it.