After losing my wife, I stayed silent about the second house and the $480,000 she left me. a week later, my son told me to get ready to leave. he didn’t know I had already prepared for something very different.

The funeral flowers had only just begun to fade when the calls started. I was in my kitchen on a Thursday morning, two weeks after we buried Helen, watching the steam curl from a mug I hadn’t touched. It was a Father’s Day gift from my granddaughter, Emily, years ago, but