Pure gold

My wedding rings were stolen last October.  It's been six months.  Yesterday I was running errands around town, listening to talk radio.  An advertisement came on for an investment service - they were recommending people buy gold.  "It's never been worth nothing."  I looked down at my rings...and of course, they weren't there.  I cried - again.

Six months and I still miss them terribly.  I wore those rings for more than 17 years.  Some people say they're only objects.  I shouldn't be so upset.  To me they were far more than that.  How many times a day did I look down at my finger and smile, watch the diamond (modest though it was) sparkle in the sun?  Every time I looked at my ring I thought of Tim, our love, what he means to me, the years we've spent together, our joy.  

I also recognize that things shouldn't be the primary concern, we shouldn't become too attached to our possession, etc., blah, blah, blah.  I know all that.  Doesn't seem to change how I feel about those rings.  They were the two most special, prized "things" I owned.  I miss them.

Yuck!  We know we'll replace them, probably this summer or fall, but how will I feel the same way about them?  I guess only time will heal this wound.  When I look at my new rings, I'll remember the old ones, but I'll have to learn to love the new ones, too.  Time will tell.