What's the best thing that happened to you this week?

My grandmother, who died in January, may have left me $25,000. This is awesome news, as it my father's share of a bulk sum of money that her kids got before she died (they all got $100,000), but since he died before she did we didn't get any money (except for the $5,000 she gave all 20 of her grandchildren). My brother, sister and I are mostly likely the only people that had money specifically earmarked for us. The bad part is that my totally greedy aunt hasn't contacted any of us (she's in charge of the will, the executor) and she keeps telling my mother that when my grandmother died there was 'nothing' left. Especially after paying $5,000 per month for her nursing home, for a year. (I find it hard to believe that in the last three years my grandmother spent over half a million dollars. Especially since those last three years were the years 89 through 92. The woman lived through the great depression and didn't buy anything other than groceries. I highly doubt all she had left was $60,000) There isn't a single nursing home/assisted living in Montana that charges that much. And I find it a little odd that my grandmother dies and my aunt suddenly has the money, in these tough economical times, to completely refurnish her home. She replaced all her new furniture with all new furniture.

So the good thing: Money for college and safety money, which is a big bonus right now.
Bad thing: My Aunt may have squandered it or is lying about it. And I may be headed for a HUGE fight when I ask to see the will next week.

I find it highly unlikely that my 92year old grandmother cut the three of us out of her will. I know she got mad at people, and cut them out all the time (she left a grand total of $1 to her baby brother and his wife), but us? Really? These are the only three grandchildren (relatives really, since her kids did it to, minus my dad) that didn't treat her like some bank account. This is the granddaughter (my sister) who wrote her a letter every week after she moved to the East Coast. The only male in our family (well, the third of the family that was between my grandmothe and grandfather, her second husband) to carry on our last name (my brother). And her youngest grandchild (me), who was quite universally adored if I do say so myself (it's true, I think it has something to do with the fact that everyone still sees me as a little girl, and that since everyone is so much older than me they don't know all the 'bad girl' stuff I've done).


On another note, it's Father's Day and I'm close to crying again by 2am.
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