The Ring

Yesterday as I was driving home from work, I looked down at my hand and realised I had taken off my wedding ring. Very rarely do I ever take it off but I must have done it in the morning as I got out of the shower. When I do, I always set it on the counter in the bathroom, so when I got home, I went into the bathroom and searched but it was no where to be found. I had quite a hard day with grief, so when I couldn't find it, the tears started again. Martin came up and hugged me and said that Zach would give it to me when I was supposed to find it. Well, we went out to the mailbox which we had not opened for a couple of weeks and in the mail was a letter from my mom with a letter of appraisal from a beautiful ring she gave me that was my grandmas. I used to alternate it with my wedding ring as it is very special to me as well, so I knew my grandma had some play in it as well. We decided it was time for bed so we got into bed, with the dogs in tow. Once I was in, I remembered I needed to go back downstairs for something so I got out of bed and as I came back up and was getting in bed, I looked down and there it was! My ring, it was in my bed, under the duvet right where I was laying! If it was there, I would have felt it by laying on it and I would have definitely seen it! I know it wasn't me, as I would not have ever put it there! What a gift and it really turned my dark grief to shining light! Thank you Zach, they are always with us and show us when they know we need it most! x