I had to have a hysterectomy at the age of 36 in 1997 so I had to take my rings off before the surgery. When I got home I didn't bother putting the rings back on because my fingers were swollen.
At the time I didn't have a good jewelry box so I had my husband put my wedding and engagement rings in his night stand drawer before the surgery. When I wanted to put my rings bank on my husband could only find my wedding ring. I was devastated that a ring that came off of my finger was when I was pregnant (because for some reason I got a rash from gold during pregnancy) or had surgery was gone.
We tore that drawer apart I don't know how many times and it was nowhere to be found. Of course we looked other places in the bedroom then expanded our search to other rooms knowing my deceased grandfather, or more likely my father in-law who liked to move things, might have hidden it. I don't know how many times I would look for that ring and ask many father in-law to put it back. The funny thing is other things we were looking for would show up but not my ring.
In September of 1998 I had my first neck surgery just to clip 2 disks. At the same time we were looking for a new house because our neighborhood was getting bad. We had a meth dealer on one side of us and a pot dealer on the other side of us. We had to get our kids away from that. Selling our house was as hard as finding a new one.
One day I was on the computer looking at houses and found the one we now reside in and shortly after our realtor found a buyer for our house. The closing on both houses were on the same day a week before Christmas. We still had not found my ring so I was upset to say the least.
On moving day I stayed at the new house after the first load of our old house was brought in. When my husband came with the second load he was smiling and said guess what I found. I was busy unpacking and still upset over the ring so I just said I don't know, what? He pulled my engagement ring out of his pocket. I was so excited I started to cry tears of joy. I asked him where he found it. He said the same drawer we had put it and had even completely emptied looking for the ring and looked for it many times for before.
As I put it on my finger I quietly thanked both my father in-law and grandfather for putting it back, because I didn't know which one had found it. I now have a proper jewelry box to put it in when I have to take my rings off.