Grandma is my dearest person. After my parents passed away, she and my grandpa became my pillars of support, raising me as their own daughter. Grandpa passed away a few years ago, and this was a huge blow for us.
Noah and I started dating about a year ago. He’s a wonderful guy. However, my grandmother was against our relationship because she believed I should focus on my studies.
Recently, I had some free time and decided to visit my grandmother. I was shocked when I arrived at her house AND SAW HER GETTING INTO A CAR WITH NOAH, heading somewhere. I decided to follow them, and what I found tore my heart apart.
When I parked a little further away and followed them inside a small diner, I couldn’t believe my eyes.
They were sitting at “her” favorite corner table—the same one she and my grandpa always used to take. Noah was listening intently while Grandma told stories, smiling the way she only used to with him.
I couldn’t hear everything, but I caught bits and pieces. She was talking about Grandpa, about how much she missed him, and Noah was… taking notes?
After an hour, I saw him slide a small box across the table. She opened it, and inside was a delicate locket with a photo of Grandpa on one side, and me—at age 6—on the other.
I couldn’t hold back my tears when I finally confronted Noah later that night. He told me he’d been meeting her every Thursday for months because she’d confessed she felt lonely and didn’t want to “bother” me. He wanted to make sure she felt loved, heard, and connected to Grandpa’s memory.
He even said, “I know she’s the most important person in your life, so I want her to know she’s important in mine, too.”
It turns out, the person I love was loving my family just as fiercely as I do.
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