I never expected anything from her affairs, so I had no reason to anticipate surprises. The day after the service, I was still sorting through my thoughts when the phone rang. It was her son, his voice tense and shaken, carrying a mix of frustration and confusion that spilled out almost immediately.
While sorting through a box of his mother’s old keepsakes, he had come across a letter. It wasn’t addressed to him. It was addressed to me.
She explained that the formal arrangements of her estate were set long before, and changing anything would have caused more stress than she could handle in her final chapter. Still, she wanted me to know that the comfort and steadiness I had offered mattered to her more than anything she could have left behind. Continue reading…
