My Grandpa Raised Me Alone – After His Funeral, I Learned His Biggest Secret

I’m still with you, you know. Always.

All my love, Grandpa.

I broke down right there in the office.

When I finally lifted my head, my eyes were swollen, but for the first time since Grandpa died, I didn’t feel like I was drowning.

“How much is in the trust?” I asked Ms.

Reynolds.

She tapped a few keys on her computer.

“Lila, he made sure you are completely taken care of. Full tuition, room, board, and a generous allowance for four years at any state university.”

I spent the next week researching schools, and I applied to the best social work program in the state.

I was accepted two days later.

That same evening, I went out onto the porch, looked up at the stars, and whispered the vow I had made to him the moment I read his note.

“I’m going, Grandpa.” I didn’t even try to wipe away the tears that slid down my face. “I’m going to save them all, just like you saved me. You were my hero right up until the end.

You got me there. You truly did.”

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