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It was September of 1996, my husband Richard had passed away several days prior to this event. When Richard was alive, he used to have this favorite ring of a cobra that was made from pewter. Richard wore this ring everyday, for years. He even wanted to wear it at our wedding, but my Father-In-Law told him to take it off, that it was very unapprpriate for this occasion. He took off the ring and placed it in his left pocket, where it stayed for the remainder of his life, which was six weeks. When Richard died, we buried him in the same suit he wore to our wedding, because it was his favorite suit. We never checked the pockets for anything, we just gave the suit to the people who dress the dead people and place them in their caskets. I don't remember what they are called, but anyhow, he was buried on a Tuesday morning. This event occured about three days later. My Mom had requested that she be allowed to keep this cobra ring because they were very close. I agreed to her request and began looking for the ring.
I searched all of our belongings, dresser drawers, boxes, you name it. I looked everywhere. I looked for an entire day, but could not find the ring. Then I picked up my husband's shaving kit, and looked inside. He had many things in there, but now ring. I took everything out, shook it upside down, no ring. I told my Mother that I could not find it. This made her quite upset. She was saddened and said, "If Richard wants me to have that ring, he'll find a way to get it to me." I, not believing really in that sort of thing just thought to myself, Okay, whatever.
That night, while I was sleeping, I had a dream that when I woke up, (I was sleeping on the couch) that I would find the ring on the coffee table beside the couch. When I woke up, I looked on the table, but there was nothing there. I silently laughed to myself and shook my head. When my Mother woke up, we started to talk about the missing ring, and about this handkerchief that had belonged to my husband.
All of a sudden, my Mother said to me, "The ring is in the shaving kit" I said, "No, Mom, I looked there. I took everything out, it's not there." She then proceded to tell me that she had felt my husband standing beside her, and that she felt him whisper to her that he put the ring in the shaving kit. I looked at her puzzleingly, then went and got the shaving kit. I slowly started to unzip the zipper of the kit, peered in, and to my dismay, there was the ring, sitting directly on top. My mouth dropped, and I looked up at my Mother, who was sitting there with her hand stretched out to me waiting for me to hand her the ring. I took it out, and placed it in her hand. My Mother started to cry, and placed the ring on her finger. She has not taken the ring off since then. Elizabeth