I thought my father’s funeral would be a quiet day of mourning — not a show. But my stepmom, Vivian, arrived in blinding white, with her four adult children dressed like they were headed to a yacht party, not a funeral. When I confronted her, she smirked and claimed it was Dad’s last wish — even pulled out a letter to “prove it.”
I was seething.
Then Joe, my father’s best friend, stepped up with another letter — one Dad had left him. And that’s when everything changed.
Dad’s real letter exposed the truth: how my mom cared for him during his illness while Vivian and her kids vanished — unless they needed money. Worse, Dad had found out Vivian and her children had been stealing from him. He wanted them in white, so everyone would see the liars they were.
Vivian exploded in rage, but the silence of the crowd spoke louder. No one believed her.
Joe read Dad’s final wish: “Vivian and her children are not welcome. Let those who truly loved me mourn in peace.”
She left in disgrace.
And just like that, Dad had the last word — even from the grave.
