At My Grandfather’s Funeral, a Stranger Handed Me a Note – When I Read It, I Laughed Because Grandpa Fooled Us All
As I stood at my grandfather’s funeral, I thought about him while looking at his grave. He always loved seeing me smile, and I wanted to smile in his memory, but I just couldn’t.
My siblings and cousins were there too, all looking very serious and gloomy—probably because they’d found out that Grandpa hadn’t left any inheritance for them.
Then, out of nowhere, a woman, probably around 60 years old, approached me. She introduced herelf as a friend of Grandpa’s, someone none of us had ever heard of.
She handed me a note and said, “This is from your grandfather.
Read it, but don’t show it to anyone, especially not your siblings.” Then she walked away.
I opened the note, and I almost burst out laughing—Grandpa had fooled us all!
Curious, I glanced around to make sure no one was watching, then carefully unfolded the note. In my grandfather’s unmistakable handwriting, the note read:
“If you’re reading this, it means I’m probably gone, but don’t look so gloomy!
I may not have left you all piles of cash, but I left you something much better… a treasure hunt!
The first clue is hidden in the place where I used to take my afternoon naps. Good luck, and don’t tell your siblings—they’ll just get in the way!”
I couldn’t believe it. A treasure hunt?
This was just like Grandpa! Even in death, he was playing pranks and making us laugh. I knew exactly where he meant by “the place where I used to take my afternoon naps”—his old reading chair in the study.
That chair was his sanctuary; he would always sit there with a book, and sometimes he’d fall asleep with a cup of tea by his side.
I glanced over at my siblings, who were still caught up in their grief and confusion over the lack of inheritance.
They had no idea what Grandpa had left behind—or what he was still planning from beyond the grave. With a thrill of excitement, I decided to keep the note’s secret and set off on the hunt myself.
The next day, after everyone had cleared out of the house, I slipped back into Grandpa’s study and checked the old chair.
I searched the cushions and finally found a small envelope tucked under the seat. Inside was another note:
“Congratulations! I knew you’d be the one to figure it out.
Your next clue: Go to the spot where we caught the ‘big one.’”
A flood of memories washed over me. “The big one” was the enormous fish Grandpa and I had reeled in during one of our camping trips. We’d spent hours by the lake, laughing and telling stories.
I knew I had to visit that lake and check the old fishing spot.
After a short drive, I arrived at the lake and made my way to the exact spot where we’d caught the fish. I searched around, and finally, hidden behind a tree, I found another note taped to a rock:
“Almost there! Now, head to the place where we’d go when the world got too loud—your secret final destination awaits.”
The place where we’d go when the world got too loud?
I knew instantly—Grandpa’s favorite bookstore in town, a cozy, hidden gem with walls lined floor-to-ceiling with books. It had always been our quiet retreat, a place where we’d escape for hours.
I rushed over to the bookstore and found the owner, who immediately recognized me. Smiling, she handed me a small package and said, “Your grandfather left this here for you.”
I opened it eagerly, revealing a final letter from Grandpa.
It read:
“Congratulations, you clever rascal! I hope this little adventure reminded you of all the good times we shared.
I didn’t leave you a fortune, but I left you my most treasured memories and this—my collection of letters to you, written over the years.
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