“That Bank Closed in the ’80s,” My Father Scoffed—The Account Was Very Much Still There

is fraud. Grandpa was clearly not mentally competent. We can contest this.” “You can try,” I said. “But the bank has records going back fifty-two years. Monthly deposits. Investment decisions. All made in person. All documented. Grandpa was sharper than any of you ever knew. He just let you believe what you wanted to believe.” My mother’s voice was continue reading …