When I went back to Grandma’s grave a year after she had passed away, I did so with her final request in my heart and a few cleaning items in my hands. While she was holding my gravestone, mom had whispered, “One year after I’m gone, clean my photo on my headstone.” Her eyes were steady as she stood there. The only one. Assure me of it.” Consequently, there I was, prepared to grant her request. Nevertheless, as I raised her old photo frame, I discovered something concealed below it that completely blew my mind in that moment…