My Grandkids Had Already Reserved a Cemetery Plot and Headstone for Me – but They Forgot That I’m More than Just Kind
They thought I was just a sweet old lady, barely hanging on. But when I overheard my children discussing my headstone, I decided to remind them that kindness isn’t weakness.
At 74, I’ve seen life’s ups and downs. I gave everything to my three kids—Betty, Thomas, and Sarah. Worked hard, put them through college, and watched them build their own lives. Over time, their visits dwindled to holidays, and when my husband passed, they placed me in a nursing home.
For four years, I made a new life with friends who, like me, had been forgotten. Then, when my health declined, my children suddenly reappeared—not out of love, but for my inheritance.
The truth hit me when I overheard them joking about my burial plans. I was heartbroken, but I didn’t let it break me. I recovered, called my lawyer, and changed my will. Instead of leaving them my estate, I donated most of it to charity and planned the trips my husband and I never took.
When I revealed this at our “inheritance meeting,” they were stunned. I reminded them love isn’t measured in money, and kindness doesn’t mean being a doormat.
Now, I’m off to see the Grand Canyon—with no time to wait for a headstone.
