Something unexpected happened a couple of days ago. I lost my wedding ring. I feel completely naked without it on my finger. I twist and grab at my ring finger, mostly out of habit. It's not the money that concerns me about losing the ring. It's not even the ring itself. That circle of jewelry was chosen specifically by her. She placed that ring on my finger herself. As you know, and Faith made well aware, I didn't wear a ring for our first ten years. Now, I can't imagine my finger without it. I have re-traced my steps and combed this house, but I can't find that ring. I'm sorry, Honey.