When my maternal grandmother died I was given almost nothing of hers. 

I got a china cabinet, some china, and her wedding ring.

My uncles hated that I got the ring. They were rude and made nasty comments. They were sure I would sell it, or lose it. That I would not treat it with respect. They didn’t trust me.

Turns out, they were right. She died in 2009. I gave the ring to my father-in-law to put in his safety deposit box so that it was safe. Today, after a conversation about the stuff in our storage unit I told my fil that the only thing of hers that I still had was in his safety deposit box. He was confused and asked what safety deposit box. 

Turns out that when the bank he was using closed, he emptied that box, and has no clue what happened to my ring. 

So, my uncles were right. I lost the damn ring. I guess I should have proved them right back in 2009 and sold the thing. At least then I would have to show for it. 

Now I’m not sure what to do. The ring is gone. No one has asked or talked about it in years. Maybe they forgot I had it. Maybe I don’t need to own up to it being lost. I also have to come to terms with the fact that the ring I thought I’d give to one of my kids doesn’t exist anymore. 

Anyways, there is today’s mind dump. Have a fabulous day!