She slipped her jade bracelet off her wrist. “Here. This is yours.” My face went soft. “Grandma, I can’t take this. Grandpa gave you this.” “You can take it. I don’t want to be buried in it. In fact, I don’t want to be buried in any of my jewelry.” “What about your wedding ring?” I said. “No. People bury the silliest things. Why would you throw something like that away?” “Because it’s yours. It should be with you.” She shook her head. “Let it be with someone who will love it. Sell it if you don’t want it. Let it be a gift for a stranger. Things should bring joy.
