The week before graduation, she suffered a heart attack. She never made it home. Walking across that stage without her felt impossible, but she had pressed my gown weeks in advance and quietly saved for this day. So when I took the microphone, I told the truth.
“Most of you knew my grandmother,” I said. “She served thousands of lunches. Tonight, I’m serving you something else—the truth.”
I spoke about the little things: remembering allergies, birthdays, who needed an extra apple. About how she raised me alone, worked through arthritis, and loved the same kids who laughed at her. “She heard every joke,” I said. “And she still chose kindness.”
The gym went silent. Not empty, not distracted—silent.
When I finished, the applause was quiet but steady, full of respect. Classmates approached me, some in tears, admitting they hadn’t realized how their words affected her. They pledged to honor her with a tree-lined walkway to the cafeteria—a peaceful place for students, to be called Lorraine’s Way.
Later that night, I sat alone in our kitchen and whispered that they were planting trees for her. For the first time since her passing, the silence didn’t feel heavy. My grandma had always told me I was her guiding star. Standing there, I realized the truth: she had been mine all along.
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