WENT TO CLEAN UP MY GRANDPA’S NEGLECTED GRAVE & FOUND ENGRAVED COORDINATES ON IT My heart felt unbearably heavy that crisp autumn afternoon as I walked through the old cemetery, clutching a bouquet of white roses. The crunch of dry leaves under my feet broke the silence as I approached Grandpa Robert’s grave. Each step made the words I needed to say harder to bear. I knelt beside his tomb, swallowed by fallen leaves and moss. It hurt to see it neglected, like he’d been forgotten. “Hi, Gramps,” | whispered, my voice unsteady. “I’m sorry I haven’t visited. We’re moving… Dad gambled everything away. And my dream of being a flight engineer, it’s over too.” The tears came then, blurring the world around me. As I wiped the tombstone, my fingers caught on something-raised bumps, hidden beneath the grime. I wiped away the dirt and froze. “Coordinates?” I whispered, heart pounding. A memory flashed-our treasure hunts, Grandpa’s secret codes. Could this be another clue left for me? Suddenly, it wasn’t just a grave. It was a mystery-one last message from Grandpa, waiting for me to find..