I don’t know how he came to be in possession of the wedding ring set he gave his ex wife.

The divorce gave her the entire contents of the house except for the kids rooms, and a sigh of relief for my husband after years of turmoil.

Considering the circumstances that led to the demise of that marriage, it was fitting that she hand him back the rings he had given her in good faith.

What to do with them, though?

They had a daughter. I certainly didn’t want that ring set in my house, so I suggested he repurpose it – make it into a pendant. The one good thing in his eyes that came out of those long years was their children.

I suggested he give it to his daughter for her high school graduation gift. What brought him pain could bring her happiness.

The plan was made – he followed my advice, and made the wedding set into a pendant with a chain. He presented it to his daughter, along with the story behind it.

She cried. She was touched.

It didn’t last long – the necklace, that is. Shortly after going to college, in a story which is blurry around the edges, the necklace was lost.

Cue dramatic music as she ran through the rain in the early morning hours on campus, looking for the lost, beloved necklace that had slipped from her grasp.

It was never to be found again.

Everything happens for a reason.

It was the final loss after years of catastrophic losses, encapsulated in a piece of jewelry.