She knew who visited.
Who called.
Who helped.
Who disappeared.
The last five years of her life made that painfully clear.
When arthritis made driving difficult, I arranged transportation.
When she needed legal documents reviewed, I handled them.
When she underwent surgery, I used vacation days to stay with her during recovery.
My parents lived twenty minutes away.
Sometimes months passed without them visiting.
But they always remembered her birthday cards contained checks.
The judge opened another folder.
“This will was executed by two attorneys, witnessed by three independent parties, and accompanied by a video statement.”
My attorney nodded.
“Correct, Your Honor.”
The judge looked toward my parents’ lawyer.
