When my uncle died in 2004, I was Executrix of his Will. In his Will, he split his assets between me, my cousins (2 of them) and left $1,000 to his girlfriend. He also left $5,000 to each of our kids. When my female cousin read the breakdown, she called and said, “What is this $1,000 to Caroline?” I told her that is what my uncle wanted to do. She then said, “I hope you didn’t do that!!!! She didn’t even come to the funeral!” Keep in mind, this cousin had just gotten $400,000 and her 3 kids each got $5,000. I told her that I did send that check so, she needed to get over it. This cousin had not called me directly until then. She had another cousin call me.
I kept quiet for a while, then when I sent the stock certificates to the cousins, I enclosed a note to her saying, “Just so you know, I had no problem sending $1,000 to Caroline, a 78 year old woman with lyme disease, who lived 45 miles away with no place closer to stay, however, I had a big problem writing your 32 year olddaughter a check for $5,000 when SHE didn’t come to the funeral because she had a dog grooming “business” in her home, and had an appointment to groom a dog that day.”
I wrote another note to the cousin who made the weekly calls to me regarding the estate and asked him to please call me when he received the certificates even though they were sent Certified. He never called andhas not since called. All this over $1,000!
Two years later, the female cousin’s husband died. I loved that man! He was the most real out of all of them. Did his wife call to tell me? No. Did his daughter, who is 3 weeks older than me and graduated HS with me call? No. She had that male cousin call to tell me! Before he even finished, I told him I couldn’t make it to the funeral. He said, “But I didn’t tell you when and where it is.” I said, “It doesn’t matter. Tell them I can’t make it because my dogs need to be groomed.”
I then had my own remembrance ritual in honor of that great man.
Strangers did something unexpected for the old lady and her dog
Margaret was 78 years old, and her dog Buddy had lived with her for 14 years.
After her husband's death, Buddy was the only person she could talk to at home.
One day, Buddy stopped eating.
He wasn't as active as before, and spent most of his time lying down.
Margaret took him to the local animal hospital.
After the examination, the doctor gently told her that Buddy was very old and in very poor health. Hearing this, Margaret's heart broke.
She sat in the waiting room, holding Buddy, who was wrapped in a blanket, to her chest.
She only had a few dollars, and she couldn't stop crying.
Several people sitting in the clinic noticed what was happening.
After a while, a woman approached and said, "Don't worry, we'll all help you."
Within minutes, strangers began collecting donations for Buddy.
Margaret burst into tears, kissed Buddy on the head, and whispered:
I'll never leave you alone, my old friend.
Angels don't always come from your own family.
Sometimes, complete strangers choose to take care of them