It is situations like this that make me want to pack my house with a large amount of explosives and take it all with me when I get old, then they can put a marker at the bottom of the hole.

It isn't much but at least I'll leave a lasting impression.

Seriously though, I hope I can teach my son someday that money isn't everything and that memories really are what life is all about. When my grandmother died, I was actually impressed with how my dad and his sister handled it. No bickering, no BS and fences were mended for the sake of making it easier on everyone...and also to respect my grandmothers memory. I hope that when the day comes that myself and my brothers have to deal with difficult things, we can be just as civil to each other.

(((HUGS))) I'm glad everything is settling down a little at least!