I can’t remember a lot about my grandmother while growing up, and until I was well into working on this project, that had always bothered me. But what I realized is that I can remember feelings: I can remember the way it felt to hold her hand, I remember the way her car smelled, and how it’s my favorite smell, the same way she giggled every time I kissed her on the cheek, and how it felt to to hear her respond “I love you more than you’ll ever know” every time I told her I loved her. I realized that I’m remembering the most important parts of her, and that the specifics aren’t as important as I once thought they were.