A few of Jack's clothes remain in his Closet, and I was bagging up some of Them to donate to the church. I lifted one of his suits off the rack and Carried it to the hallway to compare it to Our picture on the wall. Yes, just as I thought, it was His wedding suit. I knew I couldn't part with it so I hung It back, but I checked the pockets first. In one I found the Kleenexes he always Carried with him. In the other I felt something mysterious, Small and solid.. When I pulled it out, I was stunned, Overcome with emotion. The treasure had been missing since Jack's Death one year and five months ago. I had accepted the fact that it was lost and I would never find it again, and now, Here it was, a circle of gold in my hand, Jack's wedding band. How did it end up in this pocket? I will never, ever know. I held it to my heart remembering the Day we walked into the jewelry store,, Two star struck seniors acting like giddy teenagers. We didn't want any frills, just simple gold bands. His is an exact copy of mine, only larger. As I clutched the love token in my hand I wept at the memory. I wept at my immense loss. I wept at the love the ring symbolized, and I wept in gratitude that God had returned it to me. |
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Dorothy Kalb Hsu Seitzinger
Writing poetry has helped me process and express my sorrows and joys, my concerns and blessings. "Life is hard, but God is good!" Archives
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