THE LEGACY

My grandpa loved me so deeply. He called me "Hana Kewa"—his special name for me. Every time he said it, I felt warm inside. Like I was the most loved person in the world. No one ever shouted at me when he was there. Everything I did, he said was right. He believed in me, always. He made me feel safe, like nothing could go wrong. I still can’t believe he’s gone. It doesn’t feel real. Sometimes, I still wait to hear his voice. Sometimes, I cry just remembering. Everything reminds me of him— A smell, a song, the chair he sat in, Even the quiet moments bring him back. And when they do, my heart feels heavy, But full of love. I miss him every day. But I know he’s still with me— In how I smile, In how I love, In how I keep going. He gave me so much love, And that love didn’t leave with him. It’s still here. It’s in me. That love is his gift. That love is His legacy.