Dad was right.
Posted on August 9, 2008
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I’ve moved at least 10 times since I last saw it. I’ve been tearing my new house apart for the last month for it. I’ve found 7 jewelry boxes that I didn’t even realize I had that many, not there either. I’ve easily spent 40 hours neck deep in moving boxes in search of this thing. I could only imagine that it was in a box that hadn’t made it from Michigan down to my new house yet. I finally gave up Thursday night before my flight to Michigan thinking it was probably gone forever.
I got to my parent’s house last night and the preferable place to sleep was in their bedroom. I woke up this morning around 11 AM and was laying in bed looking around the quiet dusty bedroom full of trinkets and personal effects my parents left behind when they moved to New York. I didn’t touch anything because I didn’t want to kick up dust or get sick on old germs. But, as I was walking out of the bedroom to head downstairs, on a whim, I opened the little musical piano jewelry box. And behold, there was my missing high school class ring that I’ve pained myself over for the last month. Tonight is my high school class reunion. I still can’t believe I found it! On a curious whim, no less.
Thirteen years ago when I discussed getting my class ring with my parents, Dad said, “get it a half-size big so that you can wear it when you’re old and fat.” I laughed, and heeded his advice. I remember being disappointed that I had to wear yarn on it for the remaining three years of high school so it wouldn’t fall off. All the kids asked if it was my boyfriend’s ring because of the yarn on it.
I picked the ring out of the little music box and put it on my ring finger. It felt comfortable like an old friend. Without the yarn it’s the perfect size. Dad was right.
Well, you could have dusted….
Dad
Yeah, that was my first priority what with the 12 hours each way travel, moving beds up from the basement, and all 4 of us kids together.
Also, I was the only one to wear my class ring to the reunion. Everyone else said their’s didn’t fit anymore.
First you lose the ring for a couple year in an old pair of shorts in a box in the back of a closet, find it months after you get a new one from the insurance, then manage to lose both, only to find one in time for the reunion. Congratulations