My 68-year-old grandma wrote in the family chat asking for money. Everyone ignored her. Two days later, I transferred her the money. That night, she passed away. When I went to her home, I froze. She had used that money to buy… …little gift boxes with every family member’s name on them. They were neatly placed on her kitchen table, each tied with a golden ribbon.
I sat down, trembling, as I read the note she had left on top: “I didn’t need the money for myself. I wanted to leave everyone something small to remember me by — not because I’m leaving, but because love should always be shared while we still can.” Inside each box were tiny handmade trinkets — knitted bookmarks, family photos, and handwritten notes full of advice, laughter, and love.
