One year after I’m gone, clean my photo on my headstone. Just you. Promise me,” my grandma whispered her dying wish. A year after burying her, I approached her grave to keep my word, armed with some tools. What I found behind her weathered photo frame left me breathless.
My grandma Patricia, “Patty” to those blessed enough to know her, was my universe. The silence in her house now feels wrong, like a song missing its melody. Sometimes I catch myself reaching for the phone to call her, forgetting for a heartbeat that she’s gone. But even after her passing, Grandma had one final surprise to share… one that would change my life forever.
