At My Mother’s Funeral, I Met a Mysterious Man Who Looked Just like Me – What He Revealed Left Me Speechless
When Elle’s mother passes away, she moves through the funeral in a daze. But then, she stumbles upon a man who closely resembles her. When he approaches her, he reveals that he is her biological father—who had been hidden away all this time. Elle doesn’t know whether she should tell her father and risk losing the only other parent she has ever known.
At my mother’s funeral, the heavy, stifling air seemed to compress around us—it was a tangible manifestation of the collective grief. The flames from the candles around the church creating a glow that seemed encompass us.
My mother was a well-known woman, and people loved her. It was evident in the crowd and the flowers that had kept showing up at our home, not to mention the casseroles of food that appeared on our countertops every day.
It was comforting, but it was also chaotic. My father and I didn’t know how to react to it.
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“It’s just overwhelming, Elle,” my father said when we sat down to eat one of the casseroles the night before the funeral.
“I know, Dad,” I agreed. “But I’m torn between feeling grateful for the support and annoyed at the smothering.”
I felt bad to admit it—but I hated having all the people around us. It was just too much. My mother’s sisters kept trying to take care of me. One aunt had sat on my bed and tried to brush my hair, telling me all about how my mother loved my hair.
We hadn’t expected it—my father and I. Mom had been fine. She picked up a cold out of the ordinary as the seasons changed, and then everything escalated quickly.
When my mom had trouble breathing, we had to call an ambulance to take her to the hospital. But from there, her pressure dropped.
And she passed away.
On the morning of the funeral, my father and I spent an hour drinking tea in the kitchen. We both knew that the day ahead was going to be impossibly long and draining.
“But we’ll get through it, darling,” my father said, taking my hand. “And the moment you need a break from it all, you just tell me.”
