Help From Beyond The Grave... 20/21

When my sister called, I knew it was time to come back. I booked a direct flight Toronto-London but I knew in my heart that we were too late.
I didn't get to say Good Bye to Dad.
At the funeral, a hand grabbed my wrist and a chilling voice said:
''We meet again, whore, but not soon enough.''
He didn't even acknwolegde Ella, his daughfer.
I froze.
''Get away from her, you old degenerate.''
She waved a copy of a legal document.
''You can't come near us for 500 yards.''
''Grand-dad sent it to me'' she smiled.