this painting hangs in my parents dining room. when they got married, their grandparents left them a note behind it: whenever life got hard, whenever misunderstandings appeared, turn the painting around and remember that nobody is perfect. 35 years later, the note is still there!! in my family, grandparents are sacred. they were for them, and they always will be for me. and maybe that’s what people who have truly lived understand best: love lasts longer when you choose compassion over pride