“You keep your chin up, you control tears and fear, you’ll be all right,” she told me. “Okay,” I replied. “Proud of you, chère,” she whispered. I looked at her and smiled. “Love you, Grams.” “I know, child. What do you think’s keepin’ me on this earth? Not easy to let go that kind of love. That kind of love’s got the power to hold you tethered to a world you should have left a long time ago.”
