It wasn’t the money. It was the faith behind it.
At 87, widowed, in pain, and nearing the end—she still believed in tomorrow.
She believed in family continuing.
In bedtime stories whispered in lamplight.
In tiny hands turning pages, eyes wide with wonder.
She held onto love so fiercely that she sent it forward—like a letter sealed and addressed to the future, entrusted to time itself.
And that $240? We honored her wish, exactly.
When my sister welcomed twins last year, we bought each child a hardcover classic: The Velveteen Rabbit and Where the Wild Things Are.
On the inside cover, we wrote:
“This book was chosen by your great-great-grandma.
She loved you before you were here.
Read it often—and dream big.”
The Real Legacy
Grandma didn’t leave a fortune. No jewelry. No estate.
But she gave us something far greater:
A reminder that love isn’t measured in what we keep—
but in what we give away, especially when no one’s watching.
She showed me that generosity isn’t about having enough.
It’s about seeing someone’s future—and blessing it—even if you’ll never be there to see it bloom.
A Question for You
