Ouch

I am not all about stuff.  I give it up pretty easily.  But today, my grandpa's wedding band that I wear as a thumb ring fell off......somewhere.  It is killer.  My heart is crushed.  There is no way to explain what it means to me.  How it is a comfort through all of my things in life.  How just touching it reminds me of a good man....who loved me.  How it comforts.  My most valuable possession. Really.  Strangely.  Many things are more costly.  But that was precious.  But I will leave this problem with God.  I've looked.  Others have looked.  I will pray.  But I will let it go.  If I can.  Sadness overwhelms me.  The tears fall freely.  But, what can I say?  What will change it?  Gotta keep living.  I can always buy myself one to remind me.  Maybe I will if I don't find it by next month.  He would have bought me one if he knew.....so, maybe I'll do that in remembrance of him. 
Sorrow.  Tangible.  Gotta breathe.  It'll be ok.