My Dad Who Left 20 Years Ago Called from His Deathbed for a Final Wish — What He Asked Broke My Heart

My Dad Who Left 20 Years Ago Called from His Deathbed for a Final Wish — What He Asked Broke My Heart


When my estranged father, who left 20 years ago, called from his deathbed, I was torn between anger and curiosity. 

His final wish was something I never expected, and what he revealed about his disappearance shattered everything I thought I knew.

I was getting ready for bed when my phone buzzed on the nightstand. The number was unfamiliar, so I let it go to voicemail. Not even a minute later, a text came through: “ALICE, THIS IS YOUR DAD. PLEASE CALL, I AM IN THE HOSPITAL.”


My heart stopped. Dad? After twenty years? I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the message. Part of me wanted to delete it and forget, but curiosity won. I called the number back.


“Alice, it’s me. I… I don’t have much time.”


“Why are you calling now?” My voice was harsher than I intended.


There it was, the same secrecy that defined my childhood. “What do you want?”


He took a shaky breath. “I left because your grandfather, Harold, paid me to disappear. He hated me, thought I was a failure. He found someone else for your mom, someone better.”


I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “Grandpa? He did that?”


“Yes. I was struggling back then. Addictions, bad decisions. Your grandfather saw a chance to get rid of me, and I took the money.”


“So you just left us for money?” Anger bubbled up.


“I know it sounds awful. But I invested that money, built a business. It was all for you, Alice. To secure your future.


“Part of the deal. I couldn’t approach you or your mom. But I was there, watching. I saw your graduation, your volleyball games. I was always there, just… from a distance.”


I felt like my world was tilting. “Why didn’t Mom ever tell me?”


An old man in a hospital bed talking on a cell phone | Source: Midjourney


“I don’t know. Maybe she didn’t want you to hate him. Or maybe she thought she was protecting you.”


“What do you want now?” I asked, my voice trembling.


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