After my husband’s funeral, I returned home with my black dress still clinging to my skin. I opened the door… and found my mother-in-law and eight family members packing suitcases as if it were a hotel.

We lived comfortably but without excess.

We rented for a time, then bought the condo in St. Augustine through a holding company that later became part of a trust structure I barely noticed because I trusted him and because he hated letting money dominate a room.

We traveled when we wanted.

Ate where we pleased.

Collected books, not status.

He paid debts early.

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