15 May

Throughout life, our parents are dedicated hard to give us the best. In many phases of my life, their best was not my best, however, their experience and goodwill, in the end, showed that they were right almost always.

My parents were wonderful people, coming from small towns, used to a simple and hard life. My father, unfortunately, had his father by his side for a short time. My grandmother was a foreigner, she migrated to my land in her youth to escape the torments of World War II. She was an angel of a person. When she separated from my grandfather, who was also a migrant, she built her life with another man, the one I always considered my grandfather, a good person with a very difficult temper.

My father always had a very hard life, going through various difficulties. He was an intelligent man, but he had few opportunities. My mother, on the other hand, was a very intelligent woman and always excelled in her studies, but she didn't have many opportunities either.

This was my birthplace. In my childhood, I was a happy boy, always looking for new friendships. By the way, it fits in passing, I am privileged, because I have friends who have been close to me for over 40 years. I don't remember anything bad about my childhood, just the spanking I got from my father and mother, because I was naughty and ran away.

I am the youngest child in a family with three siblings. I've been lucky and unlucky with the family I'm a part of. My older brother was always extremely intelligent and, according to my mother, had a photographic memory. My middle brother, also very smart, always stood out. And me? Well, I'm the son that stayed. I'm not as smart as those two, but in fits and starts, I built my life. I've always been a family man, which for me is everything.

I had the privilege of being able to take care of my parents. Despite all my difficulties, I tried to do my best. My mother finished her walk first. I remember the day she died, I had gone to her little sister's birthday party. She was radiant that day. I took them home. Unfortunately, 04 hours later, I was woken up by my father, saying that she had died. I remember at that moment it felt like I was living a nightmare. When I arrived at my parents' house, she was lying on the couch in the living room covered by a blanket... my father were inconsolable... they had been married for more than 50 years... a lifetime together.

From then on, given the depression that hit my father, I took over the issues related to them. I stayed for almost 10 years taking care of my parents' assets, in addition to taking care of my father until his death. How are they missing...

On my mother's death, for a series of reasons, the inventory of my mother's assets was made in court. It took several years to get ready. Meanwhile, my father passed away. I also had to do an inventory of his assets in court.

Since my mother's death, I have asked my father to make a will. He didn't want to, because he said his children wouldn't fight. Big mistake!! If I had known what would happen after his death, I would have fled to a remote island in the middle of the Pacific Ocean and stayed there.

I always tried to be a human being faithful to my principles and my feelings. I do everything possible for the family. I don't have any feelings of anger, but I have hurt feelings. Unfortunately, the one who makes and puts his love in, most often gets scorched or fried. No one recognizes the effort, the sleepless nights, the suffering, the difficulties. It's a situation I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy.

Anyway, repeating the title of this text, if advice was good, we'd sell it... Here's some advice for anyone who might be in this situation one day. If you have assets and have heirs, resolve the distribution of assets in life. Do not leave this situation to anyone, as it can lead to the destruction of your family. Unfortunately, when money is involved, no one remembers the family, only himself.

The thought remains: In life, between fluxes and refluxes, we learn, we fall, we rise... the feelings we build and keep are always with us, the values forged with a lot of effort, joys and sorrows, are rooted in the soul also remain. Only matter remains, desired, forgotten or burned to the bone, which, with the passage of years, also disappears. What remains, after all, is love, charity and conscience.

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