For ten years, my grandmother, Anne, and her close friend Victoria shared many moments—coach trips, Friday afternoons together, and tea and cake at garden centers. Their friendship was built on simple, everyday activities, but it was also deeply meaningful. When I decided to interview my grandmother about her friendship with Victoria, I expected to uncover a story of change or challenge, especially since Victoria had come out as transgender in her 60s. But my grandmother’s response was unexpected. When I asked her how she found out about Victoria’s identity, she said, “It just didn’t come up.” She didn’t have a specific moment or conversation that marked the revelation. Instead, she said it was something that happened gradually, through their shared experiences and conversations over tea and trips. My grandmother passed away three months after our interview, and while I was deeply saddened by her loss, I felt grateful for the time we had. I had always known my grandmother was accepting of LGBTQ+ people, but listening to her talk about her friendship with Victoria gave me a deeper understanding of how that acceptance had been lived and expressed. She met Victoria through a local group for retired people, and they quickly became close friends. They took classes together, went on day trips, and met regularly for tea and coffee. My grandmother described their friendship as natural and unchanging, saying that Victoria was simply her best friend, and that didn’t change when she learned more about Victoria’s life. My grandmother’s own childhood had been strict, with frequent moves and little warmth from her father. But she became a loving and attentive presence in my life, always curious and interested in what I had to say. She never made a big deal about my being queer, even when I first came out to her in 2022. She was surprised by the height difference between me and my girlfriend but otherwise accepted her warmly. She treated everyone with kindness, and I saw that same warmth in the way she spoke about Victoria. She admired Victoria’s intelligence and told me Victoria was a great friend who encouraged her to join groups and be more social. Listening back to the interview now feels different. I had known my grandmother my whole life, but there were things I didn’t fully understand until I sat down and really listened. I urge others to take time to ask their loved ones questions they might not normally think to ask. Give them your full attention, and capture their voice—it can mean a great deal to both of you. My grandmother was proud that I was writing this, and I’m glad I recorded our conversation. After her death, I found myself listening to it differently. It was just her talking, and now I have her voice, a lasting reminder of her warmth, wisdom, and the friendship she shared with Victoria.