I lost my gran too because of Covid. Years before he had an stroke that limited him in many thing, one of them was playing with me. Even though eventually he came back, a little bit slower but he was back. I remember every time i got ready for football training he always said that sport were the best thing I could do in my youth. When he died I was 16 and I felt like i had lost him twice. By that time I was someone completely different, the pandemic made me stay in front of the computer 24/7, I gained a lot of weight and became lazy and careless. One day I decided to change that and started diet, I came back into football and eventually I became more responsible. This last 10 month I've done lot of things that I wouldn't even believe myself. I won an award for Best Script, made good money, i travelled abroad just by myself for the first time in my life and made good friends in the way, I have a very good health and I'm in my best physical shape. Some days ago I was throwing away old stuff and I found a little box with lot of things of my gran. The most of them were actually garbage like old phone chargers, but I found a picture of a Peruvian Saint called "San Martín de Porres" that my gran used to carry everywhere. He was really devoted to him, and finding that picture then of almost 4 years made me think that he could never see how much I've grown as a person. I know that he has seen me from up there, but I would have loved him to have seen me in person. Now I'm the one carrying that picture of Martin everywhere, in a way I feel that I'm carrying them both with me.