Will Hung With Pride
Jenna remained at my side the entire time, singing a little tune as we worked. We hung the will—the document Grandma so prudently drafted—right above the kitchen sink. It felt like providence had placed a trophy there just for me. Jenna teased, ‘That’s going to be a conversation starter!’ I chuckled back, feeling the power of those words hanging there for all to see. It was as if Grandma’s calm approval rang through it.
Will Hung With Pride
Neighborly Surprises
Much to my astonishment, neighbors began popping by with arms full of cookies and flowers. ‘Are you okay, sweetheart?’ they said, their gaze kind and sympathetic. I smiled and nodded in gratitude for their compassion. They did not need to know how hard this journey had been; their modest gestures meant everything to me. With each ‘welcome back,’ I felt more confident that I was where I was supposed to be.
Neighborly Surprises
