A top of a castle at sunset in Lisbon, Portugal,
my only daughter got engaged.
Great Aunt Alma was married to a miser...or how the story goes.
The minute he died...about...she headed to the diamond shop in downtown Boston and bought herself a one carat diamond ring.
When she died, she willed the ring to my grandmother, Edith.
My grandmother gave the ring eventually to my mother who was not a ring person but a poet.
My mother gave the diamond to me, her eldest daughter.
Five generations later, my dear girl is wearing the same stone.
The A-Ok was given by Daddy before he died..
Love and life continue.
It is all meant to be.