My Daughter In Law Tried To Take Over The House After My Son’s Funeral Until I Made One Move

under a scrap of cardboard, was a single torn photograph of Kellen, his face ripped through the smile. Below it lay a piece of paper that had fallen from the safe in the rush. I picked it up. It was a copy of a voluntary power of attorney transfer, signed with a perfect replica of my handwriting.

I understood then what this was. Not grief made difficult.continue reading …