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Created during the pandemic, this piece holds deep personal meaning.
It was a time of collective grief and personal loss. My beloved grandmother passed away after being infected with the virus.
I miss her deeply. And yet… I feel her. She lives on inside me, as vivid as ever. I still speak to her, laugh at her jokes, and feel her warm hug. I carry her essence with me.
She’s become, in a way only the heart understands, a white stone -pure, unbound, radiant.
Just like so many souls who are no longer with us. They have become light.