The passing of someone we love is one of the most difficult things we will ever have to go through in life. Many of us have come to realize this, along with how it can also have an impact on the family.

Not everybody is going to feel the same about the death of someone who may have been very close to us. Some of them will mourn with us and others will simply look to what they can get out of the situation.

When two brothers were faced with the death of their grandmother, they also looked at it in a very different way. The one, however, decided to honor his grandmother and he got something unexpected in return. Enjoy this short story. It may not be true, but it is heartwarming.

In a serene village nestled between rolling hills and picturesque landscapes, the lives of two brothers, Michael and Henry, were forever changed by the passing of their beloved grandmother, Eleanor. Eleanor was a woman of great wealth and even greater heart. She was well-loved in the village. Moreover, the villagers admired her magnificent estate that stretched across the horizon. At the heart of this estate stood a grand house, surrounded by a meticulously tended garden that seemed to bloom in perpetual splendor under Eleanor’s loving care.

Eleanor’s passing left a palpable void in her grandchildren’s lives, at least for one of them. Michael had spent countless hours by her side, learning about the art of nurturing the land and the beauty of cultivating life. When her diagnosis came through, Michael was devastated. His grandmother was the light of his life, and he would miss her dearly. Unfortunately, Eleanor passed away soon after being told her illness was terminal. Both Michael and Henry prepared for her funeral with the help of many of the villagers. Henry was very active during these days; strangely enough, he did not seem so sad. He almost seemed excited about something.

Gathered in the solemn office of the village attorney, the two brothers listened intently as the contents of Eleanor’s will were revealed. The room was filled with anticipation as the lawyer’s voice resonated through the air. It carried the words that would shape the future of the family. To their astonishment, the will declared that Eleanor had bequeathed to them not the grand house that stood as the centerpiece of her estate but rather the garden that had been her sanctuary and joy.

Henry, the elder of the two brothers, was shocked at this revelation. His eyes widened, and his face flushed with anger as the weight of the news settled in. He had expected to inherit the grand house with its opulent furnishings, valuable heirlooms, and the family’s legacy. This sudden twist of fate left him in a state of disbelief and outrage. “This is an outrage!” Henry’s voice boomed through the room; his frustration and disappointment laid bare. “How could she leave us with just a garden? A garden, of all things!”

She Bequeathed the Garden Michael, the younger brother, sat next to Henry, his expression starkly contrasting with the storm raging within his brother. He wore a serene smile. It reflected the understanding of the value of the gift they had been given, evident in his eyes. “Henry,” he said calmly, his voice a balm to the turmoil, “remember how much time and love she poured into this garden. It was her haven, her sanctuary. I believe she wanted us to cherish it just as she did.”

The will came with a condition, a responsibility that the brothers were expected to uphold. They had to use the land to cultivate fruits and vegetables appropriate for each season, following the rhythm of nature itself. Henry’s anger only deepened at this notion, and he stormed out of the attorney’s office, disowning the garden and its responsibilities.

On the other hand, Michael embraced their grandmother’s wishes with an open heart. The lawyer gave him and Henry a list with Eleanor’s garden instructions. There was a lot to do, and he was overwhelmed with the sheer amount of work there was. On their way home, Henry looked furious. He crumpled the list of instructions into a ball and yelled out. Michael realized he would not be any help in the garden.

The first task was to transplant the delicate rose bushes, which he undertook with reverence. The shovel struck something solid as he dug holes and gently placed the transplants. Intrigued, he uncovered a small, weathered jar with a note nestled inside. He recognized the handwriting immediately. It was Eleanor’s. The letter expressed gratitude for his commitment to her wishes. It revealed a secret: there were another 25 jars hidden throughout the expanse of the garden, each containing a surprise.

Michael’s heart raced with a mixture of excitement and nostalgia as he embarked on a treasure hunt across the garden. Each jar was filled with money, although Michael was not in it for that. His connection to his grandmother deepened with each discovery, and he felt she guided him on a journey of memory and discovery. However, as he unearthed the 24th jar, he realized that the 25th remained elusive. He searched and searched. A week later, he still had not found his beloved grandmother’s last jars.

Eager to unravel the mystery further, Michael dialed the number with trembling anticipation. The voice that answered on the other end introduced itself as Simon, Eleanor’s lawyer. Simon confirmed that the person who had discovered the letter was destined to inherit the garden, the grand house, and Eleanor’s most cherished possessions. Michael was in a state of shock. Simon handed him some documents to sign along with a box filled with diamonds and gold jewelry. The documents stated that he would only have the house once he turned 18. Michael didn’t mind; he was just so excited to keep the memory of his grandmother alive by maintaining her beautiful home.