it’s been a year since losing my grandmother. these 365 days have been full of sadness, pain, and an overwhelming sense of guilt. guilt for not returning sooner, for not calling more, and for arguing over petty shit that didn’t matter the next day. but being the 刀子口豆腐心阿嬤 she is, she still waited for me to return before leaving. looking back now, i can’t believe i ever doubted for a second whether she loved me. even though i was a pain in her ass sometimes, she would still bend over backwards for me in a heartbeat. and for any other grandchild, whether or not we deserve her unconditional love. i can only hope to be a fraction of the person she was. to anyone else going through loss, it doesn’t make you a bad person for letting go of the guilt you’re feeling 🤍