Before she died, Grandma asked me to clean the picture on her gravestone a year after she died. When I finally did it, I was shocked by what I saw.
“Clean the picture on my gravestone a year after I die. You alone. ‘Promise me,’ my grandmother said in a dying voice. I went to her grave with some tools a year after I buried her to keep my promise. I couldn’t breathe when I saw what was behind her worn-out picture frame.” My grandmother…