Before she passed away, Grandma asked me to clean the photo on her gravestone one year after her death. When I finally did, what I discovered surprised me.

“Promise me you’ll clean the photo on my gravestone one year after I’m gone. You alone,” my grandmother whispered with her last breath. A year after burying her, I went to her grave with some tools to keep that promise. What I found behind her faded picture frame took my breath away. My grandma Patricia—known…