There was a house  before the world got heavy.  Before grief memorized my address.  Before silence started answering the phone.  Inside that house  three people had lived the world called  my grandmother, my grandfather, and my uncle.  But the truth is—  They were the architects  of the life  I’m still trying to survive.  Because before the storms,  before the losses,  before life taught me how fragile joy can be—  Before the world got heavy…   they carried me.     Granny lov