My Grandma Rosalind always used to say, “Love is the greatest inheritance.” At fifteen, I didn’t fully understand what she meant—but I would soon learn. At 89, Grandma was my constant companion. While most kids my age were busy with friends or video games, I spent my afternoons listening to her stories and brushing her silver hair. My relatives, especially Uncle Bill, teased me relentlessly for being “Grandma’s shadow.” But I didn’t care. I knew time was precious, and she was growing older. One day, we got the heartbreaking news—Grandma had lost her hearing. I was devastated,
