In 2016, I was on vacation with my grandfather in France.
We stayed there for a week, then we flew home, but before we flew, my grandfather gave my mother a stone because he knew he was sick and wouldn't live much longer.
For me, the stone was a symbol of farewell, so to speak. Then we flew home. After we'd been home for a week, my mother received a call. My grandfather had been in a bicycle accident.
He suffered a severe head injury. My mother flew to the hospital in France two days later, and the doctors gave her the option of either turning off the monitors so he would die, or
My grandpa would be disabled if he woke up.
My mother decided to turn off the monitors. She flew back a day later and told me at home that Grandpa had died and
She gave me the stone that my grandfather had given to my mother.
So the stone is a memory of my grandfather.
And is a symbol of closeness to him.
