MY MOTHER'S RING

My story concerns my mother's diamond ring that my father gave to me on my birthday in July 1992 a year after she had died. I kept the ring in its box and only wore it when we went out in the evening or on special occasions. In February 1999 we moved house and when I wanted to wear the ring one time, I opened the box only to find the ring missing. I had lost it! I looked everywhere but couldn't find it. Needless to say, I didn't tell my dad. In April 1999, we upped sticks from Yorkshire and went to live in the Algarve where we rented an apartment for 2 months before moving yet again. In November of that year, we paid a visit to England staying with friends in Hertfordshire before going to a wedding in Milton Keynes and up to Yorkshire to stay with my dad in the bungalow he had shared with my mum. As soon as we arrived, I went to our bedroom to unpack and when I lifted one of my jumpers out of the case, my diamond ring fell out. I couldn't believe it, particularly as I had worn that jumper only 2 days before and we had packed and unpacked so many times with all our moves. Coincidence? I like to think my mum was watching over me especially as it appeared in the house she had shared with my dad so many years before. But I suppose, realistically, it must have been a coincidence. Janet Ballington Algarve 2012