Grandfather Kyle was present at the Light of Mars. In fact, he was a Champion of the Sages, chosen to guard the final Lighthouse. Although defeated, he survived the battle. But walked home with a blessing he never wanted.
At 72, he could still easily pass as someone in his late forties or early fifties. He probably had another decade or two to live. Grandmother Dora... not so much.
As she grew older, her health deteriorated. At the end of her years, she was constantly ill and bedridden. But she never stopped smiling.
Even on her deathbed, as he held her hand, she still smiled.
"It's okay," she told him. "Really, it's okay..."
But it wasn't okay. Not for him.
"Sing for me, Kyle..." she said, "sing for me like you did the first midsummer..."
And he sang.
He sang and sang. Even when the tears overwhelmed him, he still sang. Even when we told him she was gone, he kept singing and refused to let go.