«Mrs. Walker,» a crisp, professional voice asked, «this is Scott Thompson from Thompson and Partners. I’m calling about your late husband’s will.» I felt a small flicker of hope.
«His will? I didn’t know he had one.» «Yes, ma’am. Mr. Walker came to see us about five months ago.
He asked that we contact you in the event of his passing.» I scheduled an appointment for the next day, my mind spinning. Why hadn’t Paul told me about this? What did it mean? The next morning, I wheeled dad into Mr. Thompson’s office.
The lawyer greeted us warmly, his kind eyes crinkling at the corners. «Mrs. Walker, Mr. David, thank you for coming in,» he said, gesturing for us to sit near his desk. «I’m sorry for your loss.»
Mr. Thompson opened a file on his desk. «Now, as I mentioned on the phone, your husband came to see us to draft his will. He was very clear about his wishes.»
I held my breath as Mr. Thompson began to read. «I, Paul Walker, being of sound mind, do hereby leave all my worldly possessions to my beloved wife, Julie Walker.» I gasped, and dad’s grip on my hand tightened.
Mr. Thompson continued, «this includes our home, my truck, and all our savings. It is my wish that Julie use these resources to care for herself and her father, Larry David, whom I have come to love as my own.» Tears streamed down my face.
Even from beyond the grave, Paul was taking care of us. «There’s more,» Mr. Thompson said gently. «Mr. Walker left a letter for you.»
He handed me an envelope. With shaking hands, I opened it and began to read. «My dearest Julie, if you’re reading this, it means I’m gone.
I’m so sorry for leaving you and Larry. Please know that you two are the best thing that ever happened to me. I made this will because I know how my mother and sister can be.
I didn’t want to worry you, but I needed to make sure you and Larry were protected if anything happened to me. You’re my real family, Julie, you and Larry, not them. Take care of each other, live your lives to the fullest, and know that I’ll always be watching over you.
All my love, Paul.» I clutched the letter to my chest, sobbing. Dad was crying too, his weathered hand patting my arm.
Mr. Thompson gave us a moment before speaking again. «Mrs. Walker, there’s one more thing. Your husband’s truck was insured…
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