I never expected anything from her affairs, so the day after the service caught me off guard when her son called, tense and shaken. While going through her keepsakes, he’d found a letter—addressed to me.
In it, she thanked me for the patience and steadiness I had shown during her final days, explaining that her estate had long been set and that altering it would have caused her unnecessary stress. What mattered most to her was expressing gratitude for the care I’d offered.
Her son, however, had found other papers suggesting she once considered creating a trust for him but never did, choosing instead to focus on repairing their strained relationship. Reading her regrets and intentions helped him understand her heart—and ours.
That letter became a lasting reminder: some inheritances aren’t material—they’re moments of clarity, lessons in kindness, and the quiet impact we leave on others.