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I Lost My Wedding Band
It felt like even the world was saying marriage over
I’m sitting at a light.
It’s summer, the heat swells my fingers and makes my thick gold wedding band uncomfortable. I take it off and place it in the coin-filled ashtray.
I see a work van soaring towards me.
It happens so quickly there is no time for fear.
The impact sends me into the intersection. I brace for the oncoming traffic but there isn’t any. I am filled with gratitude because thankfully it’s a sleepy time of day for this particular spot.
I collect myself, talk to the guys who hit me, and go home.
I realize I have left my wedding band in the car and go to retrieve it.
Oddly, the coins remain but my ring is gone.
I can’t make sense of this. The impact was significant. Yet, the currency did not move. How is that possible?
When my husband and I were planning our wedding, I ordered a diamond band.
Weeks before our day, the jeweler told us it wouldn’t be finished in time.
I was devastated.
Instead, I chose a thick gold band. One which resembled the one my mom had worn. I wore it on my left hand and my…
