He Told Me I Belonged in a Grave — But What Happened Next at the Cemetery Left Everyone Speechless Autumn had wrapped Oakwood Cemetery in quiet beauty. Golden leaves drifted across the gravestones, and the air smelled of endings. Under the shade of ancient oaks, Anna Mitchell stood before her mother’s grave — a small bouquet of sunflowers trembling in her hands. Her mother’s favorite. It had been one year since Elizabeth Miller’s passing. But Anna wasn’t there just to grieve. She was waiting. Be