During the week of 9/11, I took my ring off because my fingers were swelling. I put it in my drawer and took a shower. When I came out of the shower, I noticed my drawer was open and all the rings on my ring holder were gone. Just then, my 3-year-old son came walking into the bedroom. He was only wearing underwear and he pulled out the waistband of his underwear, looked in and said, "I don't have Mommy's big ring!"
All my other rings were in his pirate stash under the kitchen table, but we never found my emerald-cut diamond ring. I tried not to be upset as so many people lost so much more than a ring that week, but I still miss it.