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My Aunt Linda had wanted it for as long as I can remember.

My grandma was the matriarch of our family — a woman who held us together with Sunday roasts and stern looks. But as she lay in that hospice bed, frail and fading, the only thing my Aunt Linda seemed to care about was the glimmer on Grandma’s left hand.

It was THE ring.

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A vintage two-carat diamond Grandpa bought her after coming home from WWII. It wasn’t just jewelry. It was a legend.

My Aunt Linda had wanted it for as long as I can remember.

Her hand slid over Grandma’s left hand.

Grandma was in hospice when it happened. We were gathered around her bed saying goodbye. I was holding her foot, whispering that I loved her.

Linda leaned over to “kiss her forehead.”

Her hand slid over Grandma’s left hand.

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One smooth motion.