At My Grandma’s Funeral, I Saw My Mom Hiding a Package in
A Final Farewell At my grandmother Catherine’s funeral, I felt lost. She wasn’t just family—she was my home, my anchor. As I stood beside her casket, neighbors shared warm memories. “She has the perfect touch with the cinnamon,” Mrs. Anderson recalled. But something strange happened—my mother, Victoria, discreetly slipped a small package into the coffin….