My rather dramatic post about the loss of my ring, was an outpouring of the despair and grief that I have felt at its loss. And yes, it is still lost.
It has been a strange experience, to feel so devastated over a material possesion is something strange and new to me. I have always worked on dealing with breakages and losses in a positive and sensible manner. There are few possessions that I hold so dear, rather they are memories and experiences and people that enrich my life.
But, my ring was the symbol of the success, joy, love and longevity of my marriage. My beautiful husband Ivan, is and has been the love of my life for over 22 years. He came into my life at a time, when I no longer believed in myself and through him I have grown into a person I like and am proud of. He is my anchor, my shield and my partner.
So thank goodness it is not losing him, but just the ring.
Four days after my initial realisation, I still can't find it, so am thinking that for now it has gone to another place. Is there a lesson for me to learn from all of this, I think there is. To be grateful for all the wonderful things that I have and most importantly to recognise the amazing love that surrounds me.