Old Woman Brought Son's Favorite Pastry to His Grave & Found Note Saying 'Thank You' upon Her Return

Old Woman Brought Son's Favorite Pastry to His Grave & Found Note Saying 'Thank You' upon Her Return For 23 years, I never missed this date. Not once. Every year, I baked Henry's favorite apple and cinnamon pie and brought it to his grave. It's a simple pie, nothing fancy, but it was his favorite since he was little. The scent of apples and cinnamon always brought him running to the kitchen, his eyes wide with excitement, asking, "Is it ready yet, Mom?" I could still hear his voice as if he were right there with me. Henry was only 17 when he passed away. Too young, far too young. The accident stole him from me, and the pain of that day never truly left. Time didn't heal all wounds, but this little ritual gave me a sense of closeness to him. It was like he was still part of my life in some way. This morning, I carefully baked the pie just as I always had. Then, I left for the cemetery, as I had done for over two decades. When I ...