sometimes, a film hits so close to home that it becomes more than just a story, it becomes a mirror to the soul. i never thought i’d be bawling over something i knew would break me the moment i hit play. but i took the risk anyway. you see, it’s been almost a year and a half since my grandma died last may. i’ve spent all this time wishing i could have done more, loved her harder, showed her just how much she meant to me before she left.

it was a reckoning. every scene, every tear, it resonated deep within me. it spoke to the bond i wish we could have had, the time i wasted being stubborn. i wish i wasn’t too impatient to change your sheets, or too selfish to offer you the warmth of my back when you needed . god, if only i had seen through your pain sooner.

 there’s a kind of heartbreak that lingers long after someone is gone, and it only deepens as the days go by. the kind where every small moment becomes a regret. i wish i hadn’t called you pretentious, i wish i could’ve held you tighter when you were here. but the worst part? everything only made sense after she was gone. this film made me miss her in ways i thought i had already come to with. it brought back every tear i thought i had shed, and then some. grief doesn’t fade; it becomes a part of you. just like her. if she had the time to visit me in my dreams, i wouldn’t trade another lifetime for it. not one.

for anyone who’s ever lost someone they didn’t get to love fully, this film doesn’t just break you, it reveals that the truest wounds lie not in the act of losing, but in the love you never fully expressed and the moments that slipped away unnoticed. in the end, it’s the memories that truly matter. the ones you didn’t create and the ones you wish you had, as they are the echoes of a love left unspoken. so most importantly, i’d say give your grandparents a good hug after watching. :)