At My Grandma’s Funeral, I Saw My Mom Hiding a Package in the Coffin — I Quietly Took It & Was Stunned When I Looked Inside
At My Grandma’s Funeral, I Discovered a Secret My Mother Tried to Bury. Grief didn’t come in waves for me—it hit like falling down invisible stairs. Losing my grandmother Catherine felt like losing my anchor, my best friend. As I stood by her coffin, surrounded by soft lights and whispered condolences, I clung to memories of her warmth—her sugar cookies, her stories, her pride in me.
But something strange happened. I saw my mother, Victoria—detached, emotionless—quietly slip a small package into Grandma’s dress when no one was watching. Their relationship had been strained for years. Why would she do that?
When I was alone with Grandma, I gently retrieved the package. At home, I opened it. Inside her embroidered blue handkerchief were…
