Dear Toronto

Dear Toronto,

If you happen to find a diamond in the Toronto Island airport, it is probably mine. Can you let me know?


I was heartsick when I looked down at my ring as I made my way to my seat on the airplane and saw that my stone was missing. I told the flight attendant, then retraced my steps as far back as I was allowed to, searching for a glint or sparkle on the floor. When I didn’t find it immediately, I knew my chances were slim to none of ever getting it back, but I reported it missing to every phone number and email address I could gather.

Tony and I were still grad students when he proposed to me sixteen years ago. He borrowed the money from his sister to pay for the ring.

I would really like my diamond back.

About Finola

I am an Ottawa area Mom, writer-want-to-be and coffee legend in the making.
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8 Responses to Dear Toronto

  1. Aw, Finola, that is just heartbreaking.
    I hope it gets found. Stranger things have happened…

  2. Oh no … this is terrible!

  3. Alison says:

    Oh, Finola! I’m so sorry this has happened. I’m on my way to the airport in Toronto right now with my husband, so we’ll keep an eye to the ground while we’re there. You never know.

    And if it never does miraculously turn up, just remember that in the end it’s really only jewelry. And he didn’t borrow money just so you could be decorated with a ring… he wanted to show you how much he wanted to marry you. That’s what’s important.

  4. Sid says:

    Oh that sucks! I’m so sorry.

  5. Sasha says:

    It makes me heartsick, reading this. I wish so much there was some way to help. *hugs*

  6. Brie says:

    I wish I could give it to you.

  7. Chantal says:

    😦 😦 😦 ohhhh Finola. So sad

  8. Shereen says:

    Oh no Finola, that really does suck. I just hate that feeling of losing things that are precious to me.

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