💖 What I Did With the Vials
I didn’t throw them away.
I placed them in a small shadow box.
Beneath them, I wrote:
“Not junk. Not clutter.
This is love.
This is strength.
This is Grandma.”
Now it hangs in my kitchen.
Not as a relic of illness.
But as a reminder:
The quietest people often carry the heaviest burdens — and still show up with cookies.
