Is it you? The drama of losing things

It’s not about losing people or pets. It’s a place none of us want to go, even for a minute. No, it’s about losing things. Yes things are things. Things are things and we all have things that we probably can and in the long run should do without. Except those special things, near and dear to our hearts which, if lost, will bring you to your knees. I have a story about this. Well, of course I do.

The engagement ring is about as special as any gift a girl will ever receive. Mine was no surprise ta-da you will marry me instant. I was asked to be a woman and it was a magical moment but I think it even surprised him that the words spilled all over the floor between us. I asked him to ask again and to my surprise he did and I agreed expecting a small velvet box to appear. But alas that was not the case. A plan to go into town the following weekend and buy rings was hatched before the words were picked up from the floor and put into my memory banks. Every story is different. That’s what makes them stories.

Rings, wedding, marriage and life started in earnest. I had been there for about nine years and the work was constant. Leather gloves were my lifelong companion. Moving railroad ties without gloves will do that to a girl. We were building a front planter out of said railway sleepers. Around lunchtime, we left and entered the house. Inside, I leaned on the arm of the sofa and took off my gloves. I had put them on and taken them off several times while we were working. Sometimes gloves get in the way and are not your friends when trying to drill and pin railroad ties together. Nothing different in anything we did. Corn! Yes, a tough “but”. When I took my left glove off my wedding ring got caught on the liner and when I looked down? AARRGGHH My center diamond was gone.

Now several things happened when I looked down and saw that my huge diamond, okay, just normal size, was missing. Not loose. Does not cling to a carat. No crookedness in the frame. Left immediately. Poof. I’m a girl through and through, so I screamed and my knees buckled and went all the way to the floor. It was one of the most memorable and horrifying moments of my life so far. Sure, there have been others since, but I was maybe 28 and devastated.

You see, it was a tragedy. Oh boy howdy was that ever. Some drama is fabricated but this drama was as real as I felt. As the drama unfolds, so much goes through you. In this case, of course, I was devastated that the nearly one-third carat diamond, yes, it was colossal to me, it was a damn. Then, just as a gust of wind blew, I thought, “Can I have a bigger one now?” No, I didn’t want a bigger one. I wanted the one I married. Then the thought of what it would cost to replace it and how could we ever afford it. With, because we lived 250 miles out of town, the logistics of getting a replacement and all that involved. All of this and more was in that moan I let out when I saw that gaping place where MY diamond sat that morning when I put on my gloves and went to work. Oh the drama of it all. It seems so, well it still seems dramatic to me.

I often wonder what would create this devastation in a guy. Could it be if his car was broken into and his coveted high school leather jacket was stolen? Of course, kids have a built-in whine if something goes wrong. Tons of things are happening these days. What would cause a moan from any of us? We all lose things. We all break things that mean way too much. A moan of drama can come out and it can range from a long low growl to a dramatic piercing ear-piercing sensation of having a punch in the gut.

Are you wondering about my diamond? I would be because I’m so nosy. Good. Pulling myself together, I grabbed my gloves as I stood up. Like something from a magical scene, the open end of the glove was pointed down and something, tiny but shimmering, fell onto the carpet. Yes, that was my diamond. I cried. Dramatically.

Trina lives in Eureka, Nevada. His fun book, “They Call Me Weener” is available on Amazon.com or email him at [email protected] for a signed copy. Truly!