How Will I Be Remembered?
In honor of my grandfather, who lived every day with joy in his heart.
6 min readJun 24, 2020
I stood in Dublin’s Glasnevin Cemetery, staring up at the sky as if in a dream. I couldn’t walk or run; I could only standstill. A haze of sunlight and rain changed the light every few minutes, leaving a spectrum of colors in its wake.