Writing about something I lost that I can never replace.

The first thing that came to mind was my High School Class ring. I lost it during my first summer quarter at Eastern. I think I was pretty sad to lose it. I love it and planned to keep it and give it to my future daughter. Funny how when I finally had that future daughter/daughters, it would not have been important to them at all. They didn't even get class rings, nor did we encourage them to memorialize their High School experience with such things. Their memories of High School were not really marked with material things. Once they displayed their letters and certificates for high school achievements, they packed them away and went on to accomplishing other things in College and beyond. Now they all three live in places too tiny to hold many mementos and so all those things hold up in dusty boxes in my attic. It would be hard to get them to even pay their stuff a visit when they return "Home."

As for me, I eventually adorned my hands with two rings that mean far more to me than that class ring ever could. I wear a simple gold band to memorialize the day Jim and I began the Sacrament of Marriage. And I wear a ring that looks like a mother's ring but is actually a "DEAREST" ring. It contains 7 stones : Diamond,Emerald, Amethyst, Ruby Emerald Sapphire Toapz. "Spelling" DEAREST and reminding me of my 7 gems--my children.

So I have lost something, but found much more.