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

to the bank, suggesting we “work something out” that would be “fair to everyone.” “It’s family money, Declan. It should stay in the family.” “It is staying in the family,” I said. “My family. My wife and my son.” When he pressed, I reminded him of the visits he didn’t make, the laughter at the passbook, the word “senile,” the suggestion that Grandpa continue reading …