At My Grandfather’s Funeral, a Stranger Handed Me a Note – When I Read It, I Laughed Because Grandpa Had Tricked Us
At my grandfather’s funeral, grief was drowned out by bitterness. He had left each of us just one dollar, and my family’s whispers turned sharp with suspicion. They accused me—his “favorite”—of knowing more, but I stayed silent. Then a stranger approached, slipped a note into my hand, and whispered, “Don’t let anyone see this.” It…