I'm still trying to wrap my head around the fact that my grandfather's obituary was full of lies. He claimed to have loved me and my sister, but the truth is, he never even bothered to meet us. We lived only 45 minutes away, but he couldn't be bothered to make the effort.
And now, he's being praised for being a loving grandfather? It's a joke. I'm so angry that his family is perpetuating this false narrative. Don't they know the truth? Don't they care that their lies are hurting me and my sister?
I'm not going to pretend to be sad that he's gone. I'm not going to pretend that he was a good person. Because the truth is, he was a stranger to me, and his actions spoke louder than any words.
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