My grandma Patricia, “Patty” to those blessed enough to know her, was my universe. The silence in her house now feels wrong, like a song missing its melody. Sometimes I catch myself reaching for the phone to call her, forgetting for a heartbeat that she’s gone. But even after her passing, Grandma had one final surprise to share… one that would change my life forever.

“Rise and shine, sweet pea!” The memory of her voice still echoes in my mind, warm as summer sunshine. Every morning of my childhood started this way — Grandma Patty would gently brush my hair, humming old songs she claimed her mother taught her.

“My wild child,” she’d laugh, working through the tangles. “Just like I was at your age.”

“Tell me about when you were little, Grandma,” I’d beg, sitting cross-legged on her faded bathroom rug.

“Well,” she’d begin, her eyes twinkling in the mirror, “I once put frogs in my teacher’s desk drawer. Can you imagine?”

“You didn’t!”

“Oh, I did! And you know what my mother said when she found out?”

“What?”

“Patricia, even the toughest hearts can be softened, even by the smallest act of kindness.”

“And?”

“I stopped catching those poor frogs again!”Those morning rituals shaped me, her wisdom wrapped in stories and gentle touches. One morning, as she braided my hair, I noticed tears in her eyes through the mirror.

“What’s wrong, Grandma?”

She smiled that tender smile of hers, fingers never pausing in their work. “Nothing’s wrong, sweet pea. Sometimes love just spills over, like a cup full of sunshine.”

Our walks to elementary school were adventures disguised as ordinary moments. Grandma transformed every block into a new world.