Love the direction this story is taking…I’ll be leaving the ‘60’s sooner than I would like. As one of three siblings, one deceased and the other states away, I became the caregiver for my parents.I often tell friends my children came to me when they were in their60’s. As a result of serving in China during WW2, my father suffered mightily from PTSD. Never holding a steady job or paying income taxes.
I was/became their sole source of support and as they got older, their caregiver up and to the point they could no longer live safely at home. I cooked, cleaned, paid the bills, followed up with medical appointments, along with medications. Once they passed, the vultures came out demanding “stuff” they had no claim to, or a share in the family property that was saved through my efforts. There were multiple, documented requests for help/assistance from them that never came. My parents wills reflected how they felt about that.
Needless to say, there was so many more frustrations, such as a 14 year legal battle to finally settle things. I can’t trust Phil’s son, he beings back many memories of the greedy sort. Phil needs to review his final decision on his wishes and update where necessary…