My grandma was my best friend, and right before she passed, she made me promise to dig up her favorite rosebush one year after she was gone. It seemed like a strange, sentimental request, but I never expected it to be the key to saving our family home. After her death, my aunt Karen swooped in with a fake will and kicked my mom and me out of the only house we’d ever known. We were heartbroken and felt completely powerless against her expensive lawyers. I almost gave up hope until I remembered my promise.
The day I went back to that garden felt surreal. But when my shovel hit metal, my heart stopped. I pulled out a rusty old box, and inside was a letter from my grandma. She explained that she’d hidden her real will because she suspected Karen might try something like this. She was right. Holding that paper felt like getting a hug from her all over again.
We took the documents to a lawyer, and after a long court battle, we won our house back. Now, that rosebush is back in the ground where it belongs, and every time I see it bloom, I’m reminded that my grandma was looking out for us all along. It’s a powerful lesson to always keep your promises—you never know what might be buried underneath.
