Before She Died, Grandma Asked Me to Clean the Photo on Her Headstone a Year After Her Passing — I Finally Did So and Was Stunned by What I Found

After Grandma Patty’s passing, I felt an immense void, a silence that seemed to swallow up all the light and warmth she had brought into my life. The home that had once been filled with her humming, the clinking of teacups, and the faint scent of lavender now felt eerily quiet. Even the small things, like the worn creak of her favorite rocking chair, seemed to ache in her absence.