Mad Midori, your piece is a poignant exploration of love, loss, and the unspoken ways we prepare for goodbyes. Your grandmother’s reflections on her life, her body’s struggles, and her enduring care for your grandfather show a soul grappling with the balance between holding on and letting go.

The imagery of the mourning dove and your grandmother’s resilience, even in frailty, adds depth to the narrative. Do you feel that the signs you observed were her way of granting you closure or perhaps seeking it herself?