There are some people who leave an imprint on your heart so deep, it never fades — even after they’re gone.
My grandmama, Rosa Holt, was one of those rare souls.

To the world, she was Rosa: a woman full of kindness, grace, and an endless capacity for love. She had a way of making everyone around her feel lighter, better. As if, in her presence, all burdens became a little easier to carry. Whether it was a neighbor, a friend, or a stranger passing through, Rosa’s warmth reached them all.

But to me, she was grandmama. A name only I called her. It was more than just a name; it was a bond we shared, full of laughter, stories, quiet strength, and unconditional love.

When she faced her battle with brain cancer, she did so with the same compassion and spirit that defined her life. Even in her hardest days, she still found ways to lift others up. She taught me, and so many others, that caring for once