When I got the Workmen’s Comp insurance check, we sat down for a conversation. I explained to Michael that I considered it blood money. It represented the illness, which will cost me my life. I wanted nothing to do with it.
It sits in a bank.
What is your life worth? My life is worth $145,000. Sad, isn’t it? It is considered a large settlement. Ha! What a bad joke.
I also wanted Michael’s approval of my other plan. If he remarries after I die and then he dies, this money will go to his new wife’s children.
The money should go to our son. He agreed.
The money is in my name only but has William’s name as beneficiary and will flow right to him. Use it well, my son.
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