Today is the third anniversary of my grandma’s death. She supported me in so many ways, many of which I’m sure I never even realized. I think about her often. I am thankful she died before COVID. I can’t imagine the extra stress that would add to her life and ours, not being able to visit her and worrying about her being lonely and isolated. I wish I could show her all of the clothes I’ve made since I began sewing again in August 2020. I wonder what she would think about my queerness. I think she would be happy for me. I like to think she wouldn’t judge me or think it was wrong. She only ever wanted me to be happy.