Grandmother's love

Woman's World reader Kathleen Elizabeth was missing her grandmother when a message left her with everlasting peace. She writes:

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When I was 15, my grandmother became some- thing eternal. Until then, she had been my home. She fed me when I was hungry, held me when I cried, taught me how to stand tall. She was a soft place to land and an unshakable fortress. After I moved out, she never stopped being there for me. Even when I thought I didn't need her as much anymore, she never stopped showing up with that steady love only a grand- mother can give. When she passed, I knew she didn't leave me. I just couldn't hear her the same way I used to.

But now, at 44, life hit me with a pain I didn’t know I could survive—a breakup ripped something raw open inside of me. I lost more than love, I lost pieces of myself.