My Grandmother’s Legacy: The Angel in Disguise

It was a cold morning in early February when we buried Grandma. Her passing wasn’t unexpected — she had lived a long, full life — but that didn’t make it any easier. In her will, she left each of us a small memento. Nothing extravagant, just little things she thought we’d appreciate.

For me, it was an envelope. Inside was a $50 gift card to a local department store — nothing special, just a generic, all-purpose card with no note attached. Just my name on the envelope in her delicate cursive.

At first, I didn’t think much of it. It was a kind gesture, though somewhat out of character. Grandma wasn’t one to give gift cards; she believed in hand-written letters and thoughtful gifts. A gift card seemed… impersonal, almost.