While we're on family time in the GMTAN today, could I rant for a minute?
My wonderful grandfather will turn 97 on Wednesday. He's as kind and good a man as you could meet. Hasn't had a super-easy life, lost two wives under tragic circumstances in each case, didn't go to college but worked hard and has amassed a decent amount of money, considering. I hope he lives to be 120 and spends every dime of it somehow, but it's likely that he'll leave behind maybe half a million assuming he lives a few more years.
We have a small family - my mom is an only child, and I only have one brother, who has one son who is 17 years old and could probably take Sweet J, though he wouldn't because he's a sweetheart (my nephew, not Sweet J). My brother, sister-in-law and nephew live in the same town as my Grandpa, and until 18 months ago my mom and stepfather did as well. Despite living in the same town, my brother and his family almost never see my grandpa - at most a couple of times a year when they begrudgingly invite him to a holiday celebration. When grandpa's second wife died a little over a year ago, my mom and I both made numerous trips there to take care of everything, including the joy of going through a 90-something-year-old lady's underwear drawer, and to get my grandpa's house sold and get him into assisted living, which we toured with him, made all arrangements, etc. During all this time, my brother and family were not seen at all.
My mom and I would be perfectly happy if my grandpa left some money for my adored nephew's college fund (though he is well funded already by my mom and my stepmother) and left the rest to his church or another charity. But we found out a couple of weeks ago that, within days of our last visit, my sister-in-law (second wife, who's been married to my brother 7-8 years), who volunteered to "help" my grandpa by taking him to the lawyers' office to work through some paperwork relating to his wife's accident, also managed while there to have him change his will so that (1) she is now the executor of his estate (despite knowing him for about eight years and being generally useless), and (2) half his estate is going to my nephew, with my sister-in-law as trustee until he turns 21, and another 1/4 to my brother.
Sigh.
My mom is down there now for grandpa's birthday, and talked to him today about this. Apparently he doesn't remember any of it and is not sure how it got set up that way. He's ninety-#######-seven and will sign whatever you tell him. Un-#######-believable. Or perfectly believable, I guess. I've just never dealt with this kind of greed in my own family before, despite seeing other people talk about it. What is it about a little money that makes people so, so awful?