Rings

For reasons too numerous to mention, and after years of uncomfortable conversations and furtive looks, it's just easier to not wear my Mum's rings when I visit some family.  Christmas Eve, I removed my rings and placed them safely in my purse.  Christmas Day evening, I'm at home, at one end of the dining room when I take the rings out of my purse... and promptly drop one.  I hear it land on the floor but I don't see where it finally rested.

I spent 40 minutes on my hands and knees with my face placed for the most part on the carpet.  It's no where to be found.  The next day, I'm travelling up to see my cousin an hour away and it's still dark when I leave so the light isn't good but I have another quick search and tell myself not to worry, it has got to be there, I just can't see it.

I return home the following night, in the dark, and with poor light once more.  Still, before bed, I scour the dining room with torch in one hand and carpet to face for the duration.  I even bounce a similar ring from the spot I dropped the original to analyse how and if it bounced and where it would have eventually landed.  Mum's engagement ring to the love of her life, was no where to be found and even though, logically, I couldn't have lost it, I might as well have done.  My heart was heavy.

That night, I headed for bed, not defeated, (it had to be there somewhere,) but a little sad.  It just wasn't anywhere to be found.  As I closed my bedroom door, I said; "Please God, help me to find it."  I was looking down as I opened my eyes and there, next to my foot, was the ring.

I heard the ring drop onto the carpet.  I pick my feet up when I walk, I don't shuffle from one room to another so it can't have been kicked along.  How did the ring travel fifty feet from where it was dropped?

Do I think that someone found the ring and placed it where I could see it?  I do.  I know this sounds ridiculous but there are some things you just can't explain, even if you try really hard.  I've tried and I can't explain it.