I possess a truly remarkable ring, one that holds the spirit of my beloved son, Cory.
After his passing, I discovered an astonishing array of rock-like crystals in his ashes, which I learned were known as “Sarira.”
These beautiful crystallizations of consciousness are believed to emerge from the remains of enlightened masters.
It sounds extraordinary, perhaps even strange, but it is what it is.
With great reverence, I had the largest crystal set into a ring, a tangible connection to my son, which I lovingly keep on my dresser alongside other crystals and stones that are dear to my heart.
These mystical treasures have a way of captivating the curious eyes of young children, and that’s exactly what happened with my then three-year-old grandson, who was temporarily living in our back apartment with his mother.
One day, I noticed my cherished ring was missing.
An immediate wave of concern washed over me, prompting me to ask my precious grandchild, if he had seen it or knew where it had gone.
Of course, he wasn’t going to admit that he stole it, imagining it to be from the Lord of the Rings. (Smile)
After an exhaustive search, we came up empty-handed.
Though I wasn’t panicking, certain deep within that the ring would return to me, I conveyed to Cory my unwavering desire to have it back, assuring him, “I am expecting this ring to show up. I am waiting patiently.”
Allow me a moment to share an intriguing detail: Cory’s Mayan animal sign is the deer, and his number is 4.
Coincidentally, that day was 4/4/16—a significant date that resonated with me.
Just a year prior, on 4/4/15, Cory had playfully woken me up by tickling me under my arm—a sweet memory that still warms my heart.
As evening descended, I was engaged in a conversation with my Airbnb guest in our back apartment when, out of the blue, he held up my Cory ring!
“Oh my goodness! Where on earth did you find this?” I exclaimed, a rush of joy coursing through me.
He stepped outside and pointed to a narrow crack in the grass between the pavers on the patio where he had spotted something shiny glimmering in the sunlight.
I eagerly inquired about the timing of his discovery.
With a nonchalant smile, he replied, “Around 4:44 pm.”
It struck me as strange and serendipitous, but then again, weird things happen, don’t they?
It is what it is, and today, it felt like a beautiful reminder that love transcends even the most profound loss.
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