My grandma was a one room live-in school teacher, before starting a family. She loved literature (more than the rest of us) her whole life.
I sometimes read my stuff outloud to her at the Fall City cemetery.
I don’t really think that she’s there, but it feels like she’s listening.
Howcool! She loved to hear/read your writings!! ❤
You honoring her by your presence and of course she is listening.