A gift from Grampy
Years ago, my nutty Christian uncle notified Mom that Grampy had some unclaimed property in the Pennsylvania system.
For years, she wanted me to claim it. But it was a pain in the ass, in addition to all the other pains in the ass.
She died being sad I hadn’t claimed it.
Back in April, I finally sent Grampy’s death certificate to the state and made my claim.
They emailed me last night to say my claim was approved.
I’m getting a nice little amount.
It’s dividends from shares that were gifted to him a long time ago.
I was honestly hoping for the shares. But “mailbox money” (what I call divvys) is wonderful, too.
Anyway, I had hoped to earn enough to buy a gravestone. Not even close, unfortunately.
But work’s been so nuts, even though I have GRAVESTONE at the top of my digital to-do list, I never got around to it.
In any event, I’ll deal with that guilt another day. It’s only been 26 years, right?
But wow, how wild that — on the day I was SUPPOSED to fly to Pittsburgh — I would get this gift from my grandfather?
Thanks, Grampy! Your little punkin loves and misses you so much.