Diamonds and dust

My friend K, a widow a few years older than me, suffered a terrible loss last year when her fiance, B, committed suicide.  Suicide, by definition violent, leaves a trail of pain and tears.  I don't think the suicide can see any way out of their pain.  B also liked to make jewelry and gave her a beautiful ring right before he died.  A beautiful clear large powder-blue square semi-precious stone in a lovely setting.  She wears it.

Last night, we went together to a team meeting in a shopping mall.  K has been having hearing trouble.  Ironic as she and her late husband have spent their careers working with people with hearing issues.  The noise in this shopping mall hurt my ears, so much sound bouncing off the hard surfaces of the large room.  K could't hear the people at the small meeting (six people).  Very upsetting for her.

Not only that, she realized that she had lost one of her diamond earrings.  We looked and looked for that earring.  The floor, underneath the tables.  She looked all through her clothing.  We couldn't find it. 

We agree now, that diamond earring will never be found.

Later, on the way home, we were talking about B.

"That anniversary must be coming up some time," I said, referring to the anniversary of B's death, ""When is it?"

"Tonight," she said "it's the anniversary."

I nearly drove off the road.  "Tonight!  Tonight's the first anniversary!!"

When I woke up this morning, I realized that it was a sign.  It was no coincidence that she lost the diamond earring on the anniversary of B's death.  He was trying to tell her something; it was his spirit.  Makes total sense that he would express himself with jewelry as a jewelry artist himself.  But why take her earring?  What does it mean? He was very personally needy.  A project, as we say.  Did he need that earring?  Was he trying to get her attention on the anniversary of that tragic night when everything changed.

I don't know; we've been pondering it all day.