Grandma was still breathing when Aunt Linda reached for her ring. Grandma saw it—and saw me see it—but she didn’t stop her. Two days after the funeral, a signature-only package arrived with orders to open it in front of everyone.
Linda grabbed it like a trophy… then went pale.
My aunt slipped grandma’s diamond ring off her finger on her deathbed, thinking she didn’t notice — two days after the funeral, a package arrived that made her turn pale.
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.
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.
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.
One smooth motion.
One second, the diamond flashed under the fluorescent lights.
The next second, it was gone.
Slipped clean off and into Linda’s cardigan pocket.
I froze.
Then Grandma’s eyes opened.
She looked straight at me.
Then at Linda.
And she gave the faintest, saddest little smile.
She didn’t fight.
She just closed her eyes.
Grandma passed away 20 minutes later.
Linda cried the loudest at the funeral.
Called herself “Mom’s favorite.” All while wearing the STOLEN ring in her pocket.
I almost exposed her.
But something about that look Grandma gave me stopped me.
Forty-eight hours after her time of death, the doorbell rang.
Courier. Signature required. Here I realized it was Grandma’s PLAN.
Linda smirked.
“Mother always loved me best,” she whispered, hugging the box to her chest.
She tore it open in the living room with all of us watching.
Inside was a velvet pouch.
And a letter.
She read the first line.
Her face drained of color instantly.
Her hands started shaking.
The letter slipped from her fingers.
“No!!” she gasped. “No, Mom… that’s cruel. How could you do THIS to me?
I stepped in.
“Read it.”
Linda snatched it up. “It’s private.”
My mom didn’t move. “It says open in front of everyone.”
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