When she was eight years old, her mom brought her, and her brother and sister, to their grandma’s home. They were searching for her grandma’s engagement ring. There was concern about the ring being in the house while it was empty. Her grandma was in the hospital in acute respiratory failure after years of living with emphysema.

Her mom’s search centered on an old dresser with lots of small drawers. Her mom was removing the drawers, rows at a time, searching for a small manila envelope containing the ring.

The children were playing in the skeleton of the dresser, pretending they were mail carriers stuffing imaginary mail into each small cubby.

After what seemed like hours of carefully searching and re-searching the contents of each drawer, the drawers were all put back in. The ring had not been found.

Just as they were leaving, her mom turned back and opened one drawer to find the tiny manila envelope placed neatly on top. Her mom began to cry.

As her mom sat there crying, the phone rang. It was her aunt calling with news that her grandma had just passed.

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