At Grandma’s funeral, everyone said their goodbyes—but somehow, I got left behind at the graveyard. Alone and quiet, I felt a calm presence, like Grandma was right there with me.
Later, when the family returned, they surprised me: Grandma had left her house to me. It wasn’t just a house—it was full of her warmth, laughter, and memories. Walking inside, I could almost hear her voice and smell her famous apple pie.
Inheriting her home felt like a special gift—a way to keep her close and start a new chapter with her spirit living on around me.
