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.