The Ring and The Card

As I wrote about in a story called "In A Safe Spot", my husband used to toy with me about the whereabouts of his wedding ring.  For quite sometime, the ring no longer fit on his finger. 

I found it not long after his passing.  It wasn't really that hard to find.  All I had to do was open up his closet and there is was, in a white box. 

I wear it everyday. 

I miss him so.

There was discussion about a lost birthday card, that he had all filled out and could not find.  It would have been the last card he actually signed -just for me.  I have not been looking for the card, although I was recently sent a box of chocolates. Well, all really good chocolates go, not in the kitchen, but in a little cubby, behind where my hubby sleeps. 

That way the kids do not eat it all ;) 

So, I went to the little cubby to place the box of chocolates and what do I see in the corner?  A soft gray envelope, just as he described it, slid into the corner.  I pulled the envelope out and without opening it, held it to my heart.  I knew I had found his lost birthday card to me.  You might think I am silly, but of course, I cried a bit.... and then put the card back where it was found. 

Unopened and unread. 

I really miss him.

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