I had to stop reading. I couldn’t see the paper.
After a while, I kept going.
Last spring, I asked Christopher to bring me my checkbook. He said he’d been handling the bills for me. That I didn’t need to worry about it.
I worried about it anyway. You know how I am.
So I asked Doris at the bank to print out my statements. And I asked my old friend Harold Abernathy, the lawyer who did Walter’s will, to look at them with me.
Rosalyn, my son has been taking money out of my accounts for two years.
He used the power of attorney I signed when my memory started going. Eighty-six thousand dollars. Everything is in the second envelope. Hotels in Atlantic City. A jewelry store in Philadelphia. Airline tickets to the Turks and Caicos. Two of them. For him and a woman named Brielle.
I don’t want you to feel sorry for me. I felt sorry enough for both of us.
I didn’t confront him. I’m too old and too tired, and I knew he would only lie, and then he’d watch me closer.
So I did what Walter would have done. I went to Harold. And I fixed it quietly.
I revoked Christopher’s power of attorney. Harold filed the papers with the bank. Christopher doesn’t know yet. He’ll find out when he tries to use it.
And I changed my will.
Rosalyn, you’re going to want to argue with me. Don’t. I’ve made up my mind. My mind isn’t what it used to be, but it’s still mine, and Harold has three doctors’ letters saying so.
My cottage is yours. My savings are yours. What’s left of them, anyway.
Christopher gets Walter’s watch and his tackle box. And a letter from me. Harold has it. It’s not a kind letter. He’s earned it.
And the eighty-six thousand dollars he took? Harold says the estate has every right to ask for it back. I’m leaving that decision to you, honey. You’ll know what to do. You always do.
You called me Mom for twenty years. You never had to. And I never told you how much it meant.
So I’m telling you now.
You were the daughter I always wanted. You were the best thing my son ever brought home. He just never knew it.
No more crying, honey. It’s time.
Go live your life.
All my love,
Mom.
P.S. Water my violets. They like the kitchen window.
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