Eli, a boy of nine, sits curled up on the couch, clutching his favorite blanket. His parents, Maya and David, kneel beside him, their faces etched with concern and love. "Eli, sweetheart, we have something very important to tell you," "Grandpa passed away this morning. He loved you very, very much."

Eli buries his face in Maya's shoulder, his small frame shaking with tears. "It’s okay to cry, Eli. We're right here with you, and we’ll get through this together," she whispers, stroking his hair. David places a comforting hand on Eli’s back, his own eyes shining with unshed tears.

"Grandpa left us so many wonderful memories. Maybe we can make something special to remember him by," suggests David. Eli wipes his eyes and nods, reaching for a photo of him and his grandfather fishing by a sparkling lake.

Maya helps Eli glue the picture onto a page, while David writes a caption in careful, looping letters. "Do you remember when Grandpa taught you to tie knots?" "Yeah," Eli replies, a small smile flickering. "He said I was his best helper."

"He loved your drawings, Eli. Why not add one of you and Grandpa together?" Eli carefully sketches himself and his grandfather holding hands, surrounded by tall trees and smiling faces. "Grandpa will always be with us, right here," Maya says, pointing to Eli’s heart.

Eli hugs his parents tightly, his eyes still red but his heart a little less heavy. "Thank you for helping me remember Grandpa," he whispers. "We’ll always remember him, together," David replies, and the family sits quietly, holding each other close beneath the warm light.