matter how busy I was, I drove out to visit her. Sometimes we talked for hours. Sometimes we sat quietly on the porch watching the water.
My sister Kelsey rarely visited.
My parents showed up even less.
When Grandma passed away, her will was straightforward.
The cabin went to me.
Not to the family.
Not to both granddaughters.
To me.
She had made that decision herself.
Unfortunately, my family never accepted it.
For months after the funeral, my father repeatedly suggested that I sell the property.
“You live in Chicago.”
