“My grandmother was a real gem of a woman. A diamond, though her name was Opal. After I proposed to Sophie, Oma Opal never left her side. She was a bright woman and glittered spectacularly on Sophie’s finger, set in that silver band. When I say my grandmother was a diamond, I mean it.”
SO BEGINS “Oma Opal,” a short story spanning multiple generations. It’s the story of a grandmother and her unusual last request: upon her death, she is to become a diamond and be used by her grandson as an engagement ring.
“Oma Opal,” a touching tale of love and loss… and just a little bit of quirk.