It hurts. It actually hurts to look at my hand and only see one ring instead of two.
I can't believe I lost it. That it's gone. It's so unreal.
How could I have lost something that is such a part of my finger? It's attached. It's a piece of me. It's gone. How could I have been so careless?
I took Cleary out for a walk on Tuesday and half way down the hill from our house realized I hadn't taken my rings off. I don't like wearing my rings when I'm out running or walking in the heat. My fingers swell and it's uncomfortable. I usually leave them in a box in my kitchen. Tuesday I forgot to take them off before leaving the house and with Cleary there's no turning around. Not an option, he'd put the brakes on and it would be a fight all the way back up to the house.
So, I took off my rings and stuck them in my arm band that holds my phone, just tucked them in behind my phone and off we went.
We got down to the lake, went only part way around and then started heading back when my phone rang.
I pulled it out of the arm band and answered it.
Not even given half a thought to what was in with my phone.
I got back to the house and only had my engagement band.
Of course I immediately ran back down there (without the dog) and checked everywhere I had walked, but didn't find it.
I then had to pick up the girls and after I had stuffed dinner in them, rather literally, I dragged them back down to the lake and the three of us walked the path again and still didn't find anything.
I called my husband and he stopped at the lake on the way home and he checked too.
We've put up flyers, posted the loss on the neighborhood facebook page, emailed the community director in case someone contacted her about finding a ring.
I don't know what to do. I don't know that I want a new band. I want my old band.
The one I got married in. That my husband put on my finger.
The one I took off my finger and lost.