A Father's Grief and a Daughter's Dilemma

Am I wrong for not stopping my dad from visiting my sister’s grave every night?

After my sister died, Dad started walking to the cemetery at 1:13 a.m.—the

exact time of her accident. He said she “called” to him. My family begged

me to stop him, since he only listened to me. One night, I followed him.

He knelt by her grave, whispering back and forth like someone was answering.

Then he said: “I’m coming with you.” And he walked toward the woods behind the cemetery.

I should’ve grabbed him, but I hesitated—he’s sick, and I was scared

I’d make it worse. By the time I moved, he was gone. They found him at dawn,