My nana died in early October of 2005, as I have mentioned before. It was a huge loss for me, with as close as we were; she was like a parent to me as much as a grandparent. I never had any real doubt in my mind that she's still here keeping an eye on things, but she's done a few things to confirm it for me, mostly revolving around a pretty plain ring.
It was late one evening, around half past nine, I think. My younger nephew was having a late night, in his room being a little hellion. He had climbed into his playpen, which set against the wall between my room and his, and was banging the side of it quite hard against the wall. Directly on the other side of the wall against his playpen sat, there's a shelf high on my wall with a few wolf statues, and my computer desk sits catty-cornered against that same wall. I was already frustrated; I just hadn't had a good week and I wanted to get to sleep, but his banging against the wall kept knocking my statues over, I'd set them back up when I thought he was done, and he'd start again. Finally, probably sometime after midnight, he conked out. I got the statues set back up and conked out myself.
I woke up in the morning and went to my computer to get a little writing done; I generally start my mornings with guitar or writing since it wakes me up about as fast as coffee. I happened to glance up to make sure my nephew hadn't woken up and started banging his playpen against the wall again and knocking over my statues, when I noticed something a little off. I didn't have my glasses on yet, so I couldn't quite see what it was, and I stood to get a closer look. Hanging on the nose of one of the statues, one I had set back up the previous night was a ring. It threw me off a little, and I grabbed it and examined it. Silver in color, a little tarnished, a fake tear-shaped gemstone set into it with flowers engraved around it. It had little imperfections in the design of some of the leaves of the flowers. It threw me off a little, but it was early and I still needed waking up before I could do any real thinking over it. I set it on the desk in front of me and went to writing.
As I woke up more, and as my family began to wake up, I got a little more curious. I ended up asking my brother and my sister-in-law about it, and they said they'd never seen it before. My brother mentioned that it looked like something our nana would have worn, both in style and size; she had very slim fingers, as do I, and it fit the middle finger of my left hand perfectly. My thoughts were that she had stopped by at a time when I was having trouble to reassure me that there were still people looking out for me.
A few months later, the ring disappeared. By disappeared, I hardly mean I lost it. I kept it on all the time, really only took it off to wash my hands or to take a shower. I took it off one night and set it on my bathroom counter, along with another ring, a couple necklaces, and a bracelet, before getting in the shower. When I got out, that particular ring was missing. I cleaned my bathroom from top to bottom the next day looking for it, and it was positively nowhere to be found. I double-checked the pockets of the pants I'd been wearing, in case maybe I had absentmindedly pocketed it, but it wasn't there. It seemed to have just gone.
I was a little depressed over the fact that I had somehow managed to lose it, and frustrated that I had no idea how it had been lost in the first place. I didn't tell anyone else of the loss; it wouldn't have seemed such a big deal to anyone besides me, I figured. To everyone else, it was only a ring, after all. To me, it was a gift from my nana, possibly the last gift I would ever receive from her. My family had their own problems to deal with, however, and I kept it to myself.
Another few months passed. I was coming home from the store with my brother and a friend early one evening; the sun hadn't begun to set yet, and it was still very light outside. As I stepped out of the back seat of the van, I happened to catch a glimpse of someone in the open doorway of a house we use as storage, my grandmother and grandfather's first house on the property. As I did a double-take, my friend was opening his door; looking through the window of his door, whoever it was had gone and the front door of the house was closed and locked as it always was, but they had left a very distinct impression on me from that momentary glance. Though I hadn't been thinking about her at all that day, I felt sure it was my nana. I barely caught a glimpse of the figure, really only enough to know that it had been female and nothing else, but something told me it had been her.
Later that same night, entering the bathroom to take a shower, I found that ring in the same spot on the bathroom counter I had remembered placing it months ago, sitting there as though it had always been there. My bathroom had been cleaned more than once since the loss of that ring and it had been nowhere to be found. I was fairly thrilled; though later, I did ask my brother and my sister-in-law if they had found it and left it there. They said they hadn't, and that they hadn't even been aware I'd misplaced it in the first place.
Why it disappeared in the first place, I'm honestly not sure. It could be something else in the house took it; my best guess would be my shadow person, seeing how attached I was too it, took it to send me into a negative spell. I've called upon my mother and my nana to protect me from him before, and it has worked; that alone tells me that he holds some fear of them, and my nana likely could have gotten it back, or found wherever it was he hid the ring and delivered it back to me. I'm as careful with this ring as I ever was before the period in which it went missing, and it still remains on the middle finger of my left hand at nearly any given moment. Think of it what you will, discard it as nonsense, but it is what it is to me. Even if it does seem bogus to you, it's my way of having her with me all the time, and that in and of itself is comforting enough for me.