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She Knew That Kindness Was a Choice
Kindness didn’t come naturally to my nana in every moment. She chose it. Again and again. Even when she was tired. Even when others were difficult.
She believed kindness was a form of strength, not weakness. That being gentle in a harsh world was an act of quiet rebellion.
She didn’t confuse kindness with passivity. She could be firm. She could say no. But she always tried to act with decency.
She Knew What Mattered in the End
Toward the end of her life, my nana didn’t talk about achievements or regrets. She talked about people. About moments. About love given and received.
She knew that at the end, what matters isn’t how busy you were, how impressive you looked, or how much you accumulated. What matters is who you showed up for—and how.
She lived that truth long before she ever had to say it.
What She Left Behind
My nana didn’t leave behind a fortune. She left behind something far more valuable: a way of seeing the world. A blueprint for living with integrity, humility, and heart.
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