Grandma Asked Me to Dig Up Her Rosebush One Year After She Died — When I Finally Did, I Realized She Had Seen My Aunt’s Betrayal Coming

“There’s a rosebush in the backyard,” she said. “My favorite one. One year after I’m gone, dig it up and move it somewhere safe.”

The request surprised me, but the seriousness in her voice made me nod immediately.

“I promise.”