The funeral service was a blur of tears, hugs, and condolences. Emma’s heart felt heavy, as if anchored to the earth. She struggled to find solace, unsure how to navigate her grief.

A conversation with her grandmother offered unexpected comfort. They sat together in the quiet garden, surrounded by vibrant flowers and the gentle hum of bees.

“Grandma, what happens after we die?” Emma asked, seeking answers.

Her grandmother’s eyes sparkled like stars on a clear night. “Some say it’s heaven, others say it’s rebirth. But I believe it’s whatever brings us peace. Your grandfather’s love will always be with us.”

Emma began to see that death wasn’t an end, but a transition. The unknown became less frightening, replaced by a sense of wonder. She felt her grandfather’s presence, guiding her through the darkness.

As they talked, Emma realized her grandmother’s strength and resilience. She had lost her partner, her best friend, yet her love remained unwavering.

“You’re strong, Grandma,” Emma said, admiration in her voice.

Her grandmother smiled. “I’m not strong, dear. I’m just loved. Your grandfather’s love carries me through.”

Emma felt a sense of peace wash over her. She knew she wasn’t alone; her grandfather’s love would always guide her.