As we approach 2025, I’m reminded of the wisdom my Grandpa Chet imparted to me over the years. He faced countless challenges, yet he always found reasons to be grateful, even when life seemed full of hardship. His advice to “Go. Be happy. No regrets” continues to resonate deeply with me. In the face of loss and tough times, it’s a reminder to not stay stuck in the sadness, but to find the glimmers of joy and peace that surround us. This New Year, let’s embrace the permission to cry when we need to, but also to find our glimmers and LIVE.

Grandma was the epitome of "extra" in the most beautiful ways—her sleepovers were legendary, her Christmases pure magic, and her love unmatched. She filled every moment with thoughtfulness, laughter, and generosity, leaving us with memories that will sparkle forever.

Thirty-eight years. That’s how long I was blessed with my Grandpa Chet’s hugs—the kind of hugs no one else could replicate.

Mint chocolate chip ice cream transports me to his living room, watching I Love Lucy reruns in my pajamas. A chocolate shake takes me back to our favorite booth at Big T. The tick of a clock reminds me of his unwavering love, steady as the gears in his workshop.

Last night, I hugged him three final times, listening to the ticking of the wall clock. “I love you so much,” I whispered. And I heard his words in my heart, as steady as ever: “But I love you more.”

For 38 years, I always knew.