A Tale of Two Rings!

Another journaling for a scrapbook page but such a good story I wanted to save it here! A Tale of Two Rings A Best Man has only a few important responsibilities. Get the groom to the church on time and hold on to the ring. Curt’s Best Man, Bill Burkhalter, a fellow medical school classmate and housemate got the first right but not the second! The night before the wedding is always exciting and stressful, family and friends are arriving, there’s the rehearsal to attend and a dinner to follow. Our rehearsal went as smoothly as these things ever go and Curt gave my ring, a simple gold band with a beaded edge, to Bill to hold onto until the ceremony. We had a fun dinner at a restaurant near the airfield, The 56th Fighter Group. I headed back home to try to sleep and Curt went off with Bill and his family to the hotel. The next morning all was going well, the tent was set up, my mom and sisters were decorating, Dad was working on the food. The kitchen phone rings…it’s Curt. “ I have to tell you something so you won’t notice at the ceremony and get upset.” “Bill lost the ring.” ! A high-pitched scream is heard from the kitchen! “Don’t tell your parents, they will be so mad.” “Don’t be upset, we have a ring but it’s plain, so I knew you would notice.” Oh, boy! At this point it was only a couple hours before our noontime wedding, I really couldn’t get too upset, it was just a ring and as long as there was a ring we could still get married! The wedding was perfect and no one noticed the different ring. Curt had even managed to get it engraved, although it looks like a 6 not an 8 for August. Now it is 28 years later, I have worn this simple gold band every day. Never once did I miss that other band, because this is the one he placed on my finger and pledged to love me for a lifetime with. It’s okay Bill, I forgave you then and I still don’t mind that you lost my ring, although I do occasionally wonder what ever happened to the other one! Story - August 11, 1984 Page- February 18, 2013