My Missing Grandmother and other stories. From the time I can remember Grandma told me it would be mine one day. When Grandma passed away in 1985 the ring went to my cousin and I was devastated.
Grandma loved that ring and wore it every day. It personified her for me as she loved the colour red and even into her 80s she wore red pantsuits with a crisp white blouse. And topping it off - the ruby ring.
I have not seen the ring in the past 25 years. My cousin went into a nursing home a few years ago and I wondered what happened to the ring. Well, this Christmas my 87 year old aunt (my cousin's mother) joined us for a family dinner. Much to my astonishment she took me aside and pulled out the Ruby ring, saying "This was always meant to be yours when Mother died" then handed the ring to me. The tears flowed freely as I slipped the ring on my finger.
I am so grateful to my auntie and so happy to feel the strong connection to my Grandmother again.