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The Ring and My Father's Chair

Christina

New Jersey

At this time in my life I had two toddlers, ages two and four, running around and a newborn. While I could count on Gabriella to sleep peacefully, Anthony and Gianna were constantly getting into some kind of mischief and especially loved playing with my husband John's wedding ring. Although I warned him several times, John would always leave it on his nightstand which, of course, was an easy target for the kids.

Soon the ring was lost, and I turned the house upside down in search of it. But it was nowhere to be found. I had no idea what my little angels had done with the ring and was anxious to find it. My husband, a police officer, was about to be promoted to sergeant, and I wanted him to have his wedding ring. I had no idea where else to look. In my room is a “Lazy Boy” recliner which belonged to my father before he passed. My father loved that chair. I thought that perhaps the kids might have dropped the ring in the chair and literally turned it upside down in search of the ring. But there was nothing.

Days dragged into weeks. I thought many times of going out and buying John a new ring, but something held me back. Of course, the ring was very sentimental to me. But it was also as if my intuition was telling me to wait. Two days before my husband's promotion ceremony, I thought of making a last minute trip to a local jeweler and buying him a ring. But that night I had a dream. My father came to me and said, “Chris, look in the chair. The ring is in the chair.” It all seemed so real.

When I woke up the next morning, I didn't go and look in the chair right away. In my mind I had already looked there. I had turned it upside down so I thought I'd be wasting my time. But later that day I thought of my dream and my father's chair once again. I grabbed a flashlight and decided to give it another try. I had nothing to lose. Without knowing why, I pulled back the fabric on the back of the chair and there sitting peacefully on the wood frame shining up at me was my husband's ring. I couldn't believe my eyes. I would never have looked in my father's chair again had it not been for my dream.

The following day my husband was promoted. On his finger was a well-missed wedding ring—a special gift and a heavenly hello from my father.