Some moments in life arrive quietly, almost unnoticed—until they become the ones you return to again and again. That’s what happened the day my 68-year-old grandmother wrote a short message in our family group chat.
She asked if anyone could help her with a little money, nothing dramatic or urgent, just a simple request slipped between everyone’s busy schedules. Most relatives didn’t reply. They were working, driving, distracted… living life. But her message lingered in my mind longer than I expected.
Two days later, I finally sent her the small amount she asked for, feeling relieved I could help. I had no idea it would be the last thing I ever did for her. That night, she passed away peacefully in her sleep — and her quiet request suddenly felt heavier than anything I could have imagined.
