There was silence in the church. Only the priest quietly read a prayer, and one of the distant relatives was sobbing against the wall.
Grandma lay in a white scarf, peaceful, as if she had simply fallen asleep after a long life.
I looked at her face and couldn’t believe that I would never hear her laughter again, never see her pour tea into her favorite glasses with metal cup holders.
Mom stood next to me, tense, as if afraid to cry.
When it was time to say goodbye, she slowly stepped toward the coffin.
At first I thought she just wanted to stroke Grandma’s hand, say something for the last time.
But suddenly Mom carefully looked around, took something out of her pocket, and with an almost invisible movement placed it inside.
I noticed it was a small black bag.
I wanted to ask, but didn’t — it wasn’t the right place or moment.
After the funeral, when we came home, I couldn’t hold back:
— Mom, I saw you put something into Grandma’s coffin… what was it?
She was silent for a long time, then sighed and quietly told me…
And I was simply horrified by her answer 😢😱
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— It was her wedding ring… not from your grandfather.
I looked at her in surprise.
— When she was very young, she had a fiancé. His name was Nikolai.
He went into the army and never returned — he died.
And the ring he gave her, she kept her whole life.
Even when she married your grandfather, she couldn’t throw it away.
She once told me: “If he’s waiting for me somewhere — I want him to recognize me by the ring.”
She always loved only him.
Mom wiped her tears and added:
— I think now they’re together again.
