A Piece of History... Lost!

Mom, A and I went to Kim's wedding shower last weekend. It was really great for the 3 of us to do something together. We got to see several of our female relatives (you know how it is with wedding stuff... mainly females invited!) and catch up with people we haven't seen for years.

The shower was at the Seven Bridges Golf Club in Woodridge, so the atmosphere was tranquil and beautiful. There were appetizers on the veranda and an awesome champagne punch served with it. We played a couple of games and I even won a prize for a game in which you had to identify romantic couples. I got 21/25 right. Yes, I am competitive!

Kim got a lot of wonderful gifts and the afternoon was an all around wonderful time. That is, until we were on the way home. Mom started acting strangely during the drive home. She was digging in her purse constantly. We thought she was looking for toll money. Adrienne even commented on it. She just kept digging and digging and then got kind of quiet. We thought she was tired. Once we got home, she kept it up and even emptied out the bag with cookies we took home from the shower. I just let her go for it and figured that she'd let me know what was up eventually.

In retrospect, Adrienne and I probably should have pressed Mom earlier for an answer as to why she was digging in her purse. Things many have turned out differently. However, we can't change the past, we can only move forward. Having said that, I am so heartsick about what happened that it has taken me an entire week to be able to blog about it. Here it is:

Mom lost her engagement ring at the shower. The ring my father gave her 50 years ago. A ring that meant a great deal to Mom. LOADS of sentimental value.

Mom is just sick about it. She was not eating very well previously and had dropped a few pounds. Therefore, the ring was loose on her pinkie finger. She had taken the ring off a couple of years ago because it was too tight on her ring finger. She only pulls it out and wears it occasionally on her pinkie. Usually, there is no problem with this. However, this time it was quite loose. Mom noted this, but decided to wear it anyway knowing that she'd be really careful of it.

Of course, the worst possible thing happened. Mom lost her ring.

I immediately called Kim's mom and asked if anyone had found the ring. She gave me the phone number of the golf club and I called there, spoke to the F&B manager (who was in the room with us during the shower). He looked all over the room, in the vacuum cleaner bag, etc. No luck. The ring is gone.

I am still hoping that someone picked it up and is having such guilt over it that they will somehow return it to us. I know that is naive of me, but I believe there are still good people in the world. How could anyone live with themselves if they found and kept a 50 year old ring belonging to an 83 year old widow?

Yes, Mom is having to deal with the consequences of her actions. Is this just a coincidence? Or is it the start of more to come?

Either way, we are all heartsick over this. Maybe St. Jude can help us. Isn't he the saint of impossible causes????????