And then, one day, Gramps took me for a walk in Oldford Park. On this walk, he slipped a little black velvet bag out of his pocket and placed it into my hand with a squeeze. “This is for you, Keeley,” he said, eyes shining with what looked like tears. “Remember, my sweet girl, a light heart gives a long life, and in order to keep your heart light and free of burdens and baggage, remember to listen to it when it speaks. Don’t let circumstances dictate what your heart wants, but rather, let your heart shape your circumstances.”
