At my grandpa’s funeral, my grandma stood tall, calm, even smiling gently. I whispered, “Aren’t you sad at all?”
She winked and said softly: “Your grandpa told me not to cry for him, but to live for him.”
Later, she explained that in his final days, grandpa had asked her to remember his life with joy, not sorrow. To celebrate memories, not drown in grief.
🌳 Every year since, she’s led us in honoring him: family gatherings, favorite meals, and planting a tree in his park. That tree now stands tall, a living reminder of his love.
Through her strength, she taught me this: true resilience isn’t about hiding pain—it’s about choosing hope. Love never fades; it just transforms into the memories and legacies we carry forward.
And because of her, I learned that even in endings, there can be new, beautiful beginnings.
