I told Chris not to buy an engagement ring that he had to pay for each month. I would have been happy with anything. So, he found this ring for me at a jewelry store going out of business, and later, I discovered that it cost $99.00. He gave it to me at Christmas in 1989.
Through the years, this ring has endured some wear and tear. The most damage occurred one day when I bent it while helping Chris set up a new mailbox at our home on Providence Lane. I always thought about having it fixed, but I thought it represented our life more to leave it as is because our marriage wasn’t always perfect.
I no longer wear this ring or my wedding ring. I took them off one day when I saw Chris’s ring in a box all alone. I felt like the best place for my rings was with his. That’s where they have remained. I rather like the idea that our rings are all together. Still, not a day doesn’t go by when I feel for the rings and remember why I can’t find them.