[dogbert]

A couple years ago we moved an elderly relative out of her home due to dementia. It was no easy task for many reasons. One being hoarding, not bad yet but a good start on boxes, empty plastic bags etc. The place was still full as could be from years of living there and not remebering what she had so she'd buy another. It was a two story condo, 3 BD, 3BA and it was full. Anyway, she had a big diamond ring her late husband had bought her and decided to put it on while we were there. I noticed later when she was at the kitchen sink the two rings she had on were gone. I asked her where they were and she said right here, reached in her pocket and only pulled out one ring and it wasn't the one her late husband had given her. We looked everywhere for it for at least a couple days. We had hired movers to come for the big heavy stuff and I wanted to find the ring before they arrived and one of them found it. I had also staged a bunch of stuff in the livingroom for the movers to take. The day before they were to arrive I stood alone in the condo in the kitchen and said out loud. "F"(her late husband's name)you have to show us where that ring is because we can't find it. Later that night my husband calls me over to the staging area and he's pointing to the floor. I look and there with a vacuum cleaner cord is the ring. I said thank you "F".