I can still feel the warmth of that night. The air was thick with the scent of summer, the hum of crickets filling the space between our words. I was just a kid, too young to understand that moments like these don’t last forever.

Grandpa sat in his usual spot, an old plastic chair that creaked under his weight. His shirt, the same checkered one he always wore on lazy evenings, had a pack of cigarettes tucked in the pocket. He never smoked around me, but I knew he liked having them close. He watched me with that mix of patience and quiet amusement as I clutched the sparkler in my tiny hand, the golden sparks dancing between my fingers.

I remember how safe I felt next to him. How his big, rough hand rested gently on my arm, steadying me, making sure I didn’t get too close to the fire. “Careful,” he murmured, but he wasn’t worried. He knew I was listening. I always listened to him.

Looking back, I wish I had held onto that moment a little longer. I wish I had known that summers don’t stretch endlessly, that chairs get left empty, that one day you find yourself holding a photograph instead of a hand.

But that night, he was still there. Still warm, still steady, still mine.

The next morning, Grandpa was gone. Just like that. A sudden heart attack, they said. No warnings, no long goodbyes. One night he was watching me play with sparklers, and the next, he was just… not there.

I remember the way the house felt different, how it swallowed sounds rather than carrying them. How my grandmother sat in silence, her cup of tea growing cold in her hands. My father looked lost, like a boy rather than a man. And me? I didn’t cry at first. I was too young to grasp the weight of loss, but I knew something had shifted. Something important.

Days turned into weeks, then months. Life went on, because it always does. But every time I sat outside on a warm evening, I felt his absence like a missing puzzle piece that no one could replace.

Years later, after I had grown up and moved away, I found myself back in that house. Grandma had passed, and my father and I were sorting through old belongings, deciding what to keep and what to let go.

In the attic, tucked away in a dusty wooden box, I found something unexpected. An old leather wallet. It was Grandpa’s. Inside was a single folded note with my name on it. My hands trembled as I unfolded it.

Kiddo,

If you ever find this, it means time has done what time always does. But don’t be sad. I had a good run. Better than most. And I had you, which made it even better.

I know life will throw you some hard days. But you’re strong. You’ll be okay. Just promise me one thing—never be afraid to take a chance on happiness. Life’s too short to play it safe all the time.

And whenever you see a sparkler, think of me.

Love you always, Grandpa.

I sat there for a long time, holding that letter, feeling the weight of years collapse into a single moment. The smell of dust and old books filled my nose, but all I could think about was the scent of summer air, the hum of crickets, and a rough hand resting on my arm.

That night, I went outside, lit a sparkler, and let the golden sparks dance between my fingers. And for a brief moment, I swear I felt his hand on mine, steadying me once more.

In a strange way, life repaid me for the love I had shared with my grandfather. A week after I found his letter, I was offered a job I had been too scared to apply for before. Something about his words, about the way he had written never be afraid to take a chance on happiness, pushed me to say yes.

And that job? It changed everything. It led me to the person I would eventually marry, to a career I loved, to a life filled with the kind of warmth that he had always surrounded me with.

Time takes, but it also gives. Love never really leaves; it lingers in the smallest moments—a familiar scent, an old letter, the glow of a sparkler. And sometimes, the people we lose leave behind just enough light to guide us exactly where we need to be.

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