Chapter 23 - Evan’s Death
Evan died at seventy-five after stroke complications.
I was seventy.
No suspicious.
No drama.
No secret financial issue.
Noah came.
Lucy grown.
We sat hospice.
I thought about parents.
Being guardian had made me believe death always changes paperwork and children overnight.
Evan's death changed mine.
But no minor dependent.
Estate simple.
Prenup? We had one.
Joint assets.
Separate.
No fight.
Noah helped only when asked.
Then after funeral, he tried to take my car keys because I was exhausted?
He asked:
“Do you want me to drive?”
I said:
“No.”
He paused.
Then:
“Okay.”
I drove? Maybe unsafe if exhausted. Could be not. Let's say I reconsidered:
“Actually yes.”
Choice.
Then he handed back keys next morning.
No silent taking.
Contrast.
Then I lived alone.
No overprotection.
Noah called weekly.
Not daily.
I could say no.
May you like
Then blue crossbody bag gift long ago still? Probably worn out. No.
Life.
