“Clear your stuff off MY lawn, before I call the cops!” After my father passed, my DIL threw all my family belongings out on the lawn, claiming she’d inherited the house! Minutes later, my son pulled up, and karma hit her hard.
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When Dad’s lawyer called about the will reading, I’d been elbow-deep in moving boxes, sorting through decades of memories. I couldn’t face the lawyer’s office, so I called my son, Matt, and asked him to attend instead.
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“Sure, Mom,” he replied. “Are you sure you don’t need help to sort through Grandad’s things?”
“Thanks, but I’m managing,” I replied. “I’m going to fetch his belongings from the nursing home later today. Why don’t you come by this afternoon and let me know if there’s anything special you want to remember him by, okay?”
I was so certain the will reading would be a clear-cut affair without surprises. How wrong I was.
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