{"id":6213,"date":"2025-02-27T23:47:52","date_gmt":"2025-02-27T23:47:52","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/Local Reads\/?p=6213"},"modified":"2025-02-27T23:47:52","modified_gmt":"2025-02-27T23:47:52","slug":"i-attended-the-funeral-of-my-estranged-father-and-during-the-service-my-grandmother-came-up-to-me-and-remarked-you-shouldnt-be-here","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/Local Reads\/i-attended-the-funeral-of-my-estranged-father-and-during-the-service-my-grandmother-came-up-to-me-and-remarked-you-shouldnt-be-here\/","title":{"rendered":"I attended the funeral of my estranged father, and during the service, my grandmother came up to me and remarked, \u201cYou shouldn\u2019t be here.\u201d"},"content":{"rendered":"
I went to my estranged father\u2019s funeral, hoping for closure, but my grandmother\u2019s urgent warning sent me to his house instead. My half-siblings had skipped the service, and when I found them rifling through his study, I realized what they were up to.\n
My father left us when I was young, and despite attempts to reach out, I always got silence. His death left me confused\u2014sad, angry, and maybe even relieved.\n
I attended the funeral despite doubts, wanting closure or to see who showed up. But when Grandma Estelle gripped my arm and gave me a key, whispering I needed to go to his house, I listened, unsure but trusting her.\n
I drove to his house, now pristine, and felt like an intruder. Inside, I heard my half-siblings searching for something. They were after money, but it didn\u2019t matter to me. I didn\u2019t want anything from my father, who hadn\u2019t been there for me.\n
A man in a suit introduced himself as the family notary, explaining my father\u2019s will. My half-siblings, furious, tried to claim everything, but Grandma Estelle revealed that my father had left everything to me\u2014if they tried to cheat me out of it.\n
As the notary read the will, I learned that my father regretted his past. He apologized for abandoning me and expressed pride in the life I built without him. His words healed some old wounds, though I wished he had reached out sooner.\n
I was left in his house, unsure if it was too late to truly know him, but now I had a chance to find out.\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I went to my estranged father\u2019s funeral, hoping for closure, but my grandmother\u2019s urgent warning sent me to his house instead. My half-siblings had skipped the service,… \n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":6214,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-6213","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-news"],"yoast_head":"\n