{"id":2343,"date":"2009-04-02T02:03:56","date_gmt":"2009-04-02T07:03:56","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/theogeo.com\/blog\/?p=2343"},"modified":"2009-04-02T02:06:19","modified_gmt":"2009-04-02T07:06:19","slug":"fran-moment-of-the-day-the-tale-of-the-lost-ring","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/theogeo.com\/blog\/the-family\/fran-moment-of-the-day-the-tale-of-the-lost-ring\/","title":{"rendered":"Fran Moment of the Day: The Tale of the Lost Ring"},"content":{"rendered":"

My mother has been grieving for weeks over a ring that my dad gave her on April 1 four years ago that she lost recently. She left me the saddest voice mail earlier today, first recapping all the local news (my sister has pneumonia, my dad’s heart doctor appointment here in town is for the 9th, etc.) and then wrapping up the message by saying how she was kinda down today because of the missing ring. I talked to her and she seemed okay, but I could tell it was really bothering her. <\/p>\n

Tonight as I was leaving work, my phone danced its little pocket jig and I saw it was my mother calling again. It went to voicemail (stupid slow fingers) so I called her back. She then told me all about a poem she’d written for my dad the night before. <\/p>\n

Here’s where the story gets achingly cute. You’ve been warned. <\/p>\n

See, my dad always always always pranks my mom on April Fool’s Day. First thing in the morning, of course. So, anticipating that and still feeling awful about her lost ring, my mom left a note out for my dad last night. (She read it to me over the phone but I requested that she e-mail it to me too, for posterity.)<\/p>\n

It goes:<\/p>\n

Roses are red,
\nViolets are blue.
\nPlease don’t April Fool me,
\nFor I am feeling blue.<\/p>\n

You see, it was on this very day
\nBack in Two Thousand Five,
\nThat you gave me a ring and my heart did sing!
\nAnd my hopes for years of getting that special ring that very day
\n came alive.<\/p>\n

O, those seven sweet diamonds that sparkled for miles
\nCould only make brighter my own proud smiles.<\/p>\n

So you see, in a way,
\nThis for me is a “mourning” day.
\nBut I’ll always keep looking in hopes that it might
\nReappear to me somehow–and oh! what a sight!<\/p>\n

So I’ll cherish the memories of how it did shine–
\nUntil that day may come when I can say, “you’re back! You’re
\n MINE!”<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

My dad read the note this morning and got a little teary-eyed when my mom told him she hoped he wouldn’t be mad that she wasn’t in the mood for pranks. He said of course he wasn’t mad. The day went on as usual until just a few hours ago. Mom had been dinking around in the walk-in closet, then came back a little while later to get some socks or something. She said she saw a black box on the floor that she swears wasn’t there before. Lo and behold, it contained not only her ring, but some earrings and a pendant she had apparently also misplaced. <\/p>\n

When I talked to her, as she was reading that poem to me, her voice sounded a dozen times lighter than it had earlier today. <\/p>\n

\"Although<\/a>
\nAlthough she’s not exactly sure what she did to this photograph, my mother is extremely excited to have her ring back.<\/i><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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