the ring

Yesterday lil sis and I went to see Theresa Caputa, Long Island Medium.  We got to the theater nice and early to relax and enjoy some lunch.  During lunch, I suggested we write down a few things we would like to hear from Theresa.  I thought we should write down things that weren't typical, like when I lost my grandma's ring for four years and found it in the attic when I was packing to move.  Who finds long lost rings in an attic, right?  Not everyone can say that.  Lil sis wasn't into the idea, so we chatted about a couple of things, and in the end I left the scrap of paper I had written about grandma's ring on in the restaurant.  

Theresa did a great show, and honestly, there were so many people who were in so much distress, and had lost children or spouses, that I felt like my tiny little parental/grand parental loss was insignificant.  Theresa didn't stop to talk to us, and it was pretty disappointing.  After the show lil sis and I got to stay for a "meet and greet."  The people who were working for Theresa told the hundred or so of us that were staying for the meet and greet that we were really just there to shake hands and snap a photo.  They insisted there would be no readings, no validations.

Lil and I were dead last in our seat placement for the meet and greet so we decided to embrace our last-ness and go with the flow.  We relaxed and chatted and watched as all of the other people shook hands, took their photos, had a little chat, and left the theater.  When we finally got up to the front of the line, Theresa was still sweet and graceful.  We asked if we could have a photo together and individually and she said we could.  We posed together, lil sis took her shot and then I leaned in for mine.  After we flashed our smiles for the camera, Theresa turned to me and said "The mother figure wants to acknowledge the ring."  I froze.  Total deer in the head lights.  Theresa aske dme if I was wearing my mother's ring.  I was still brain paralyzed.  Lil sis  yelled at me to answer and I half way returned to reality and told Theresa that I was wearing one of my grandma's rings to the show (not THE RING) and that grandma was like a mother to me.  Then, still stunned lil sis and I left the theater and once daylight hit my face I realized that it wasn't the silly ring I was wearing that my mother figure was acknowledging, it was THE RING and my one wish for the day had been answered.

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The people who were working for Theresa told the hundred or so of us that were staying for the meet and greet that we were really just there to shake hands and snap a photo. They insisted there would be no readings, no validations.