And the people who love you most are the ones willing to carry heavy knowledge alone so you don’t have to.
Grandma Rose wasn’t my biological grandmother. But she was my real grandmother in every way that actually matters.
Billy isn’t my uncle by genetics. But he’s exactly the father figure I need in my life, even if he doesn’t know why.
The truth is complicated and beautiful at the same time.
And I’m grateful beyond measure for the woman who loved me enough to protect me from complications I didn’t need to carry.
That’s what family really means. That’s what love really looks like.
And that’s the legacy I’ll carry forward for the rest of my life.