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Nov. 29th, 2006 09:57 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
charliesmum20 years ago exactly, during my sophmore year of college I spent Christmas break with my college roommate, Zahira, at her home in Curacao.
At one point Zahira's mother was going through her jewelry box, because, she said, there were things she didn't wear anymore, and was there anything we wanted? In her box was a gold ring with the sign of Gemini on it. Looked a bit like one of those rings people used to press into wax back in the olden days. Zahira's mother and I shared the same birth date, and she asked me if I would like this ring. She'd gotten it, she said, when she was 20 years old with her own wages back in her home country of Columbia.
I demurred politely at first, but ultimately took the ring.
That summer Zahira found out that her mother had been diagnosed with Cancer right before Christmas and, since he hadn't gone to the doctor until it was extremely advanced, there was nothing to be done. She died in the summer of 1987.
I have worn that ring for 20 years. I never, ever take it off. This morning as I was driving Charlie to school I suddenly noticed the ring was missing.
I don't know how it went missing, or where. I think, since I just noticed it this morning, it must have happened recently, but I am not sure. The rub is, I did take it off yesterday, to put some hand-cream on, but I swear I put it back on. And if I didn't it should be here, somewhere on or near my desk, because that's where I removed it.
The worst bit is, I was out yesterday - went to "Chick-fil-a" with a friend, and then we went to Marshall's where I tried on a couple pairs of trousers. I like to thing, had it fallen off then, I'd have noticed, but I don't know.
I am quite upset about this. I love that ring. It is beautiful and unusual and is a memento of a very wonderful, creative woman. I have no idea where else to look.
Sigh.
At one point Zahira's mother was going through her jewelry box, because, she said, there were things she didn't wear anymore, and was there anything we wanted? In her box was a gold ring with the sign of Gemini on it. Looked a bit like one of those rings people used to press into wax back in the olden days. Zahira's mother and I shared the same birth date, and she asked me if I would like this ring. She'd gotten it, she said, when she was 20 years old with her own wages back in her home country of Columbia.
I demurred politely at first, but ultimately took the ring.
That summer Zahira found out that her mother had been diagnosed with Cancer right before Christmas and, since he hadn't gone to the doctor until it was extremely advanced, there was nothing to be done. She died in the summer of 1987.
I have worn that ring for 20 years. I never, ever take it off. This morning as I was driving Charlie to school I suddenly noticed the ring was missing.
I don't know how it went missing, or where. I think, since I just noticed it this morning, it must have happened recently, but I am not sure. The rub is, I did take it off yesterday, to put some hand-cream on, but I swear I put it back on. And if I didn't it should be here, somewhere on or near my desk, because that's where I removed it.
The worst bit is, I was out yesterday - went to "Chick-fil-a" with a friend, and then we went to Marshall's where I tried on a couple pairs of trousers. I like to thing, had it fallen off then, I'd have noticed, but I don't know.
I am quite upset about this. I love that ring. It is beautiful and unusual and is a memento of a very wonderful, creative woman. I have no idea where else to look.
Sigh.
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on 2006-11-29 03:30 pm (UTC)