My grandma passed away when I was 7 years old but one thing I remember clearly is that I always used to follow her and copy everything she did. When she would be sat reading her newspaper with her glasses on, I'd be right next to her trying to take her glasses so that I could wear them. Whatever she'd eat, I'd have to have the same. I was literally her shadow and she was my light. But growing older, my memories aren't the same anymore, I can't fully remember certain things and my vision of what she looked like isn't as clear. These pieces are a reflection of that, how my memories of my grandma are fading.