I thought the hardest part of my grandfather’s funeral would be saying goodbye. Then his lawyer opened a laptop and told us Grandpa had recorded one final message. I wasn’t prepared for what he said, but my aunt’s reaction made me realize something was terribly wrong.
The room went silent when Grandpa’s video ended.
Three days earlier, I’d held his hand beside his hospital bed, believing he couldn’t hear a word I said.
Now I knew he’d heard everything.
Every conversation.
Every insult.
Every cruel remark about his death.
Uncle Greg stood up.
“What kind of sick joke was that?”
Daniel, Grandpa’s longtime lawyer, closed the laptop.
“Walter wanted everyone to know the truth before we discussed his estate.”
Aunt Sandra clutched her purse.
“Then let’s get on with it.”
Daniel opened a folder.
“There’s something you should know about Walter’s house.”
Uncle Greg leaned forward.
“The property was valued at approximately $600,000,” Daniel continued. “But it isn’t part of his estate.”
“What do you mean?” Aunt Sandra demanded.
“Walter sold the house months ago.”
Uncle Greg’s chair scraped against the floor.
“That’s impossible! He was living there last week!”
“Walter retained the right to live there until his death,” Daniel explained.
“Then who bought it?”
“Someone Walter wanted to provide for.”
I stared at him.
Had Grandpa sold his house?
The house where Mom grew up?
Where I’d spent countless afternoons with him?
Aunt Sandra shook her head.
“My father was 84. He couldn’t possibly have understood what he was signing.”
Daniel turned another page.
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