12/18/2025
Things get harddddd sometimes. Like the kind of hard that makes you stop in the middle of your day and just… feel it. And in those moments, I find myself wishing I could hear my grandmother’s voice one more time—telling me to breathe, reminding me who I am, and coaching me through the weight of it all the way only she knew how. She had this calm strength about her, the kind that made everything feel survivable. I know she’s still with me, still guiding me from heaven, but some days I really miss hearing it out loud. Especially on the days I feel like I need it the most.
If you’ve ever lost someone who grounded you, you get it! 🕊️
