Two days before she passed, my 68-year-old grandmother sent a quiet message to our family chat: “Does anyone have a little money to spare? I’d like to buy something important.” Most people overlooked it, but something urged me to send her a little money. She thanked me warmly. That night, she passed away peacefully.
The next morning, I discovered her kitchen table covered in small, neatly wrapped boxes—one for every family member. Inside were handwritten letters, old photos, and handmade trinkets. She had used the money not for herself, but to finish these final gifts.
My box held a silver pendant and a note: “You listened when I needed someone. Never lose that kindness.”
Her last gesture taught me that love often hides in the simplest requests.
