Grandma Asked Me to Move Her Favorite Rosebush One Year After Her Death –
I Never Expected to Find What She'd Hidden Beneath It
A year after Grandma Liz passed, I, Bonnie, 26, kept my promise to dig up her favorite rosebush. Expecting roots, I found a rusted iron box buried beneath, revealing a secret that changed everything.
Growing up in northern Michigan, Grandma was my rock. Her daughter, my Aunt Karen, left town, rarely returning, and took Grandma’s support for granted. Before dying, Grandma whispered to move her rosebush and that her house was for Mom and me. After her death, Karen produced a fake will, claiming the house. Unable to find the original, we moved to a cottage.
A year later, I dug up the rosebush and found the box containing Grandma’s real will and a letter. She’d foreseen Karen’s betrayal, ensuring the house was ours. Mom and I took the documents to a lawyer, Mr. Leary. Handwriting analysis and bank records exposed Karen’s fraud. In court, the judge upheld Grandma’s will, awarded us damages, and Karen faced criminal charges.
We reclaimed the house, and I replanted the rosebush. The tenants, Mia and Rachel, moved to our old cottage. Sitting on the porch, I felt peace. Grandma’s love, hidden under her roses, protected us, restoring our home and her legacy.
