Not even at his funeral. She stood tall with a calm strength and a gentle smile on her face. Confused by her reaction, I leaned over and whispered, “Grandma, are you not sad at all?” She looked at me with warmth in her eyes, leaned in, winked, and softly said, “Your grandpa told me not to cry for him, but to live for him.” Her words puzzled me at first, but I could tell there was a deeper meaning behind them.
Later that evening, my grandma sat me down and shared the story behind her strength. In the final days of his life, my grandpa had spoken to her about how he wanted his family to remember him.
