Found a Vintage Engagement ring in Hatton Garden for my Grandmother

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My grandmother was in her eighties and suffering from ailments that come with age. She was losing weight and sometimes wouldn’t recognise people. Even now she wouldn’t hesitate to give you a piece of her mind if she felt so. However, she was always the life of the party wherever she went. No one could beat her if “macarena” came up and she would dance like a different person had entered her frail body. My grams was the boss when it came to having fun and I loved it when she was in her element. But, this story is about how I found an exact replica of vintage engagement ring in Hatton Garden which was the final symbol of her love for my Grandfather.

Growing up I remember spending a lot of time with her. We would make cookies, well mostly her, I would just polish off the cookie dough, as a 5-year-old. She would take me to her garden, and I would pick out strawberries and tomatoes for the salad we would make. I also remember her defending me when I was up to no good. And soon I realised this came to me from her. Grams was a prankster and I saw her getting away with things just because she was a “little old lady”.

My grandmother still wore her engagement ring along with her wedding ring. It was a vintage piece that she loved a lot. It was also something gramps had given her for the first time and she never took it off her finger, even after gramps passed. It was an old-fashioned ring with a large diamond in the centre and two more small diamonds on each side of it. One day when I went to visit her, I found her harrowed and irritable only to find out that she had lost her engagement ring. We looked everywhere and she couldn’t remember where she had seen it last. I told her that evening that I would find it for her.