You never really know how valuable something is until it is lost.
For reasons too personal to broach in any sort of online forum the above statement has haunted my life.
A year and a half ago the above pictured “replaceable trinket” was lost to the woman I cherish the most.
Nearly 20 years ago, I sweated to give that ring to her. At the time, other than what it cost, it was an item with no real meaning to me and it was that way for our entire engagement and 16 years of marriage. She chose the stone. She chose the setting. It was her “affair” as it were.
I bought it for her because we planned on marrying and giving the lady a diamond was just customary, right?
It was no crown jewel, but to her (and now me) it was priceless…literally.
That ring was as unique as our love our marriage and our children and it was the one thing that the one of us who survived the other had to remember the other by when the time came for Death to, at last, part us…
If you want to know the “true” value of a diamond….
I can buy her another ring, of course. But it won’t ever be the one I put on her finger all those years ago. It will always remind me that not everything that is lost can be replaced. Even mere objects can sometimes count.
If I survive her, will I ever associate the pride and joy she felt over the ring I gave her with its replacement?
If she survives me, will she ever associate the joy she felt from receiving the one she was -really- given when I asked her to spend her life with me with its replacement?
The sadness and fear of this is real.
Now am I going to buy her another diamond????
You bet your ass I am!