Alright Reddit, I'm genuinely torn up about this and need some outside perspective because my family is making me feel like the lowest form of life right now.

My (30F) grandfather passed away about 8 months ago. He owned a small, local Italian restaurant, "Tony's Place," for nearly 40 years. It was his baby, his passion, and a fixture in our town. Think red-checkered tablecloths, Dean Martin on repeat, photos of him with local B-list celebrities on the wall, the whole classic vibe. He left the restaurant solely to me in his will. This surprised everyone, including me, as I have two older siblings (35M, 38F). His reasoning, stated in a letter accompanying the will, was that I was the only one who expressed genuine interest in the business side over the years and he trusted me to "keep the lights on."

Here's the rub: "Tony's Place" was beloved, but it was failing. Badly. My grandfather, bless his heart, was old-school. He refused to advertise, never updated the menu beyond tweaking his classic recipes, thought online ordering was "nonsense," and the decor hadn't changed since 1985. The books showed it haemorrhaging money for the last five years, basically kept afloat by his personal savings.

After he passed, I spent weeks agonising. Closing it felt like betraying his memory, but running it as-is meant bankruptcy within a year, maybe less. I decided the only way to save it was to drastically modernize it while trying to keep its "soul."

Over the last six months, I've poured my own savings and took out a significant loan. I hired a consultant, rebranded slightly (now called "Tony's Table" - a nod to him but fresher), completely renovated the interior (brighter, modern, but kept some of his old photos in a dedicated 'legacy' corner), revamped the menu (kept maybe 40% of his classics, added contemporary Italian dishes, focused on fresh/local ingredients), built a website with online ordering, and started social media marketing.

The restaurant reopened last month. Financially? It's working. We're busy, reviews are great (mostly from new customers, but some old-timers are cautiously positive), and we're actually turning a profit for the first time in years. I'm working 80+ hour weeks, pouring everything into this.

My siblings are livid. They say I've "desecrated" Grandpa's memory. My brother says I ripped the heart out of the place and slapped Grandpa's name on some trendy yuppie joint. My sister cries every time she talks about it, saying Grandpa would be ashamed and heartbroken that I "erased" him. They refuse to step foot inside.

They argue that Grandpa left it to me because he trusted me to keep it exactly the same, as a living museum piece. They think I should have let it close honourably instead of changing it. They point out that they have all their childhood memories there, and I've destroyed that. The extended family is divided. Some aunts/uncles agree with my siblings, others quietly tell me I did the right thing but won't say it publicly.

I feel awful hearing how upset they are. I loved my Grandpa dearly, and the last thing I wanted was to disrespect him. But I genuinely believed this was the only way his legacy (the restaurant existing and employing people, serving the community) could continue. I feel like I honoured his trust by "keeping the lights on," even if it meant changing things. But seeing my siblings so hurt, and being accused of basically spitting on his grave for profit (even though I'm deep in debt and barely sleeping), is making me question everything.

So, Reddit, AITAH for drastically changing my grandfather's restaurant to save it from closing, even though it deeply hurt my siblings and changed the place they remembered?