I missed the text message from my mom telling me that my Grandpa Bob had died two years ago. My aunt had been concerned after she'd not heard back from him earlier that day, and by the time of my evening class for grad school, he'd passed peacefully in his house.
Living in town, it meant that by the next day, my parents, my cousins, my sister, and my aunt and uncle were all assembled at his house, all scared. Through fatigue and sadness that damped the air, we all wondered what would happen next. Some of us wondered if we'd see our other aunt and uncle.
Part of me wishes we didn't knowing now what I do now.
About a year ago, my uncle -- or perhaps my aunt Anne through my uncle's phone -- texted my dad his desires to drain the complete estate dry through a drawn out legal battle with Cheryl and my dad. We don't know why they did, other then perhaps maybe feeling ever-so-slightly slighted that they couldn't refinish their kitchen sooner.
Brogan & Yonkers ensured that my grandfather's estate was executed in accordance with the trust and his wishes. They ensured that they weren't able to abuse the clauses contained in it to try to draw out a legal battle.
They will never undo the misery of knowing just how little the duo I used to consider my uncle and aunt think of us, of course, but if Scot cared, maybe I would've met him more than once in my life. They greeted me, however, with a smile and with respect every time that i knocked on their door with questions, concerns, or more paperwork to drop off, and they treated my family with more dignity and respect than Scot's lawyer (who continues still to misspell my name) did.
Thank you, Eryka. You genuinely did a great job. This should've all been over a year ago, but even though it isn't, you've ensured a great value within the work you've done for my aunt and my family as a result: something to at least offset the pain of losing a man I respected so greatly. read more
