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My grandmother meant the world to me. She was my rock, my closest friend, and my source of strength. No one could feel the void left by her passing. She seemed happy as I stared at her coffin, her hair like she always wanted it, but I was so heartbroken that I doubted I would ever be able to move over the thought that I would never see her again.
All of her friends and neighbors gathered at the funeral home to bid their final farewells to the woman who touched many hearts and changed many lives.
As I stood there with tears running down my face, I noticed my mother in the corner of the room. She used her phone as if she were bidding farewell to a complete stranger. I knew that she and my grandmother had never been on good terms, but I was still amazed at her indifference to her own mother’s passing.
A mental shock
Once, when the place was crowded and I was speaking to Mrs. Anderson about how much my grandma loved me, I witnessed my mother placing something in her coffin. Since I didn’t know my grandma had any desires, I couldn’t possibly imagine what my mother had slipped inside.
I was so intrigued that I waited until everyone had left before taking the blue handkerchief-wrapped box out from under my grandmother’s dead body.
“I’m sorry, Grandma,” I muttered as I grasped her cold hand for a moment.
A mental shock
Later that evening, I looked at the present while relaxing in my grandmother’s rocking chair. “Mom, what are you concealing?” I muttered as I laboriously untangled the frayed thread. Inside were handwritten letters from my mother to my grandmother.
On them, my grandmother wrote that she knew what I done. She knew she was the one stealing her money to gamble with. In the last one, she added, she was giving me the house, everything she had, and the money she had saved up over the years.
I became icy. This reality hurt too much for me to handle. Her attempts to “borrow” my credit card for “emergencies,” the lavish Christmas presents, and her attempt to acquire power of attorney all took on a sinister tone all of a sudden.
The following morning, I contacted my mother and asked her to meet me at the coffee shop on the corner.
A mental shock
She gave me a smile. When she took the seat, she tried to touch my hand, but I stopped her. Instead, I placed the pile of letters on the table and told her that if she tried to leave after my grandma, the truth would be out.
She started to say something, but I stood up and left. It turns out that certain secrets cannot be buried.
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