Molly

Everyone had said their goodbyes, the grandchildren and Great-Gramdchildren weren't given a chance to do so publicly. But she knew what she had to do.

Molly let go of her daughters hand, who's young face was stained with tears, and stepped forward. She didn't say any words to the people watching. She didn't give any thoughts to the looks she was getting. And nobody dared stop whatever she was about to do.

"For you, gran... I love you."

She placed the diary under her folded hands. And kissed her forehead.

Nobody ever asked her what it was, or why she did it.

But she knew, Gran would have wanted her to do it.

And so she did.