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 photo on my gravestone a year after I’m gone. Alone. Promise me,” my grandmother said with her final breath. A year later, I returned to her grave, keeping that promise—and what I found behind the picture took my breath away.

Grandma Patty was my world. She filled my childhood with magic, love, and quiet wisdom. Even in her last days, she made life feel light. But her final request wasn’t just about cleaning—it was the start of one last adventure.

Behind her photo was a hidden note in her handwriting:
“One last treasure hunt, sweet pea. Find the secret in the woods.”

She left coordinates—leading me to the forest we used to explore. Her last clue:
“Find the bent survey post. The fairy post office.”

I found it. I dug. My spade hit metal.
Grandma’s love hadn’t ended with her death—it was just waiting to be found.