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Adogslife · 61-69, M
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Before my father died, he had his lawyer find me to reestablish contact. He wanted to mend fences before his death.
I agreed to meet. We reviewed the will in which I was to receive the family business, the estate in CT, it’s contents and all but a small amount of cash designated for my sister’s living children.
Every couple weeks I’d visit him (he lived in another state). It soon became apparent that he was spending many thousands monthly more than his income from his assets and the business. It seemed to be coming from a fixation with his live in care and young nurses. When I commented, he just got angry. His nurses claimed he kept asking them to marry him. Of course he wasn’t going to listen to me and eventually cancelled my visits.
Months passed and one nurse gave me a call. She felt guilty not telling me that my father had died weeks ago. He’d kept his pact with my mother that I not be told of his death.
Fast forward. I get the will in the mail, certified. It wasn’t the original. There’s a second will in which I’m excluded, by name, from all assets of the family...even though I’m the only living child. Thus, it’s basically not contestable.
The final parting shot - from the grave.
But, unforgivable? No. In death, I’m sure they realized the error of their ways.
I smile happily every day because I had to learn that love comes from within. It can’t be taken away. Hate has no place in life. 🙂
In failing, my parents gave me the greatest lesson they could bestow.
Before my father died, he had his lawyer find me to reestablish contact. He wanted to mend fences before his death.
I agreed to meet. We reviewed the will in which I was to receive the family business, the estate in CT, it’s contents and all but a small amount of cash designated for my sister’s living children.
Every couple weeks I’d visit him (he lived in another state). It soon became apparent that he was spending many thousands monthly more than his income from his assets and the business. It seemed to be coming from a fixation with his live in care and young nurses. When I commented, he just got angry. His nurses claimed he kept asking them to marry him. Of course he wasn’t going to listen to me and eventually cancelled my visits.
Months passed and one nurse gave me a call. She felt guilty not telling me that my father had died weeks ago. He’d kept his pact with my mother that I not be told of his death.
Fast forward. I get the will in the mail, certified. It wasn’t the original. There’s a second will in which I’m excluded, by name, from all assets of the family...even though I’m the only living child. Thus, it’s basically not contestable.
The final parting shot - from the grave.
But, unforgivable? No. In death, I’m sure they realized the error of their ways.
I smile happily every day because I had to learn that love comes from within. It can’t be taken away. Hate has no place in life. 🙂
In failing, my parents gave me the greatest lesson they could bestow.
