
I Attended My Estranged Father’s Funeral — My Grandma Approached Me and Said, ‘You Shouldn’t Be Here’
I never thought I’d end up at my estranged father’s funeral. I had no idea what I was hoping to find there—closure, maybe? But my grandmother’s urgent words sent me in the opposite direction, racing toward his house instead of staying for the service. I hadn’t seen my father in years. He left when I was just a kid. Every time I tried to reach out after that, hoping for something—anything—he never answered. Silence. Always silence. At some point, I should’ve stopped caring, but it’s hard to let go of