While some people leave behind houses, heirlooms, or photographs, my grandfather left me his words. He never wrote them down or hung them on a wall. He just spoke quietly, now and then. I was lucky to share a close bond with my maternal grandfather and to grow up around him. I didn’t always understand what he said, but I jotted his words down whenever I could, planning to revisit them later. Looking back now, I see how valuable they are. These ten lines are his, first spoken