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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.

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