I Saw a Woman Throwing away the Flowers I Placed on My Mom’s Grave – Her Truth Altered My Life
Growing up, I always believed that the dead should rest undisturbed. My mother often reminded me, “It’s the living who need your attention, not the dead.”
Yet, lately, I felt an inexplicable pull towards my parents’ graves, visiting them each week with fresh flowers.
At first, it was comforting—a quiet ritual where I placed flowers on my mother’s grave and then on my father’s. But soon, I noticed something unsettling. The flowers on my father’s grave remained undisturbed, yet those on my mother’s kept disappearing, visit after visit.
I tried to rationalize it—maybe the wind had blown them away or animals had taken them. But the more it happened, the less it made sense. My father’s flowers were always intact. Only my mother’s were gone. It was too strange to be a coincidence. Someone was taking them, and I was determined to find out who and why.
Today, I arrived earlier than usual, determined to catch the culprit. The cemetery was eerily quiet, the morning breeze rustling the leaves softly. As I approached my parents’ graves, I saw her—a woman standing at my mother’s grave, her back to me. She wasn’t there to mourn. She was tossing the flowers I had placed into the trash.