I give up....
Okay, the weekend was bad from start to finish! The service was god, but there were only six people there - me and Luke, my uncle and his son, and another cousin and her husband. The speech was totally wrong - the dates, what happened, when my mum died, when my parents married, even my father's age! But I took no notice of that, and I was called up to make a speech. Seeing as the Father had said mostly all there was to say, I had nothing much to add (I could hardly say: "Okay, this is what REALLY happened...") so I just thanked the few for coming and thanked the Father for conducting the ceremony and said how grateful I was that my family loved me so much. Famous last bloody words!
I was given twenty versions of my father's Will and what the family were doing about it, but the last straw came when my cousin said on the Saturday after the funeral that he had just learned that he was an executor and a beneficiary. Right... as if... Then I learned that they think my father's name is totally different to what it actually is, and there lies hope. My father apparently made a Will 4 years ago - when he was completely out of his head with Alzeheimer's. I asked myself - why should my dad wake up one morning and, for no reason in the world, suddenly think: "Hey, this is a good day to take all my money from my daughter and grandson and give it to some other relatives just on a whim..."
So I am now seeking my father's birth certificate, and I am trying to get a hold of the copy of his Will. For some reason, my family don't want me to see it... If the names don't match, it's null and void anyway, and if the signature is not my dad's, and I can prove that he wasn't 'in corpus mentis' at the time, then there will be hell to pay. To think I sat there in the crematorium and told my relatives how much I loved them... hah!
I was given twenty versions of my father's Will and what the family were doing about it, but the last straw came when my cousin said on the Saturday after the funeral that he had just learned that he was an executor and a beneficiary. Right... as if... Then I learned that they think my father's name is totally different to what it actually is, and there lies hope. My father apparently made a Will 4 years ago - when he was completely out of his head with Alzeheimer's. I asked myself - why should my dad wake up one morning and, for no reason in the world, suddenly think: "Hey, this is a good day to take all my money from my daughter and grandson and give it to some other relatives just on a whim..."
So I am now seeking my father's birth certificate, and I am trying to get a hold of the copy of his Will. For some reason, my family don't want me to see it... If the names don't match, it's null and void anyway, and if the signature is not my dad's, and I can prove that he wasn't 'in corpus mentis' at the time, then there will be hell to pay. To think I sat there in the crematorium and told my relatives how much I loved them... hah!