That was beautiful, and incredibly insightful. When my grandmother died, I wasn't allowed to go the funeral, my family thought it would give me a bad memory of her. But she had Alzheimer's and a heart condition, so I can only think of her as the woman who once forgot how to turn off her oven, which led to my mother driving panicked towards her house to make sure she didn't burn her house to the ground.
I can't really see how that is a better memory.
I hope this wasn't true, and that Gerard knew that his grandmother was proud of him.
I feel like crying, luckily I haven't, but this was amazing. And I'm practically speechless for ways to describe how brilliant it was.