With Marty away in the fancy convalescent home, a woman who lived two houses away had lost her husband and she offered emotional support to Marty’s husband, Bill. Well, it was a bit more than emotional support. She was very well placed at the very top of the social heap, something that Marty could never achieve as one must be born there.
Finally, Marty developed pneumonia and died. The funeral was highly attended by the social set who had so dismissed her in the end and the local, city and state politicians.
After Marty died, Bill and the widow married. He sold the business, sold the house, sold his other properties and they bought a house together in Florida. She also had many homes including one in Mexico. He had never been to Cancun so they went for a visit. On a sightseeing plane with a total of 13 people on board, it ran out of fuel. As it began to fall, a tree broke through the fuselage then the plane crashed.
Only two people were killed. Guess which two. We all agreed that the revengeful hand of Marty from her grave somehow contributed to their deaths.
When the Mexican government discovered how wealthy these two people were, they held their bodies for ransom.
Within months of each other, both Marty and Bill were dead.
During our trips to Chicago, we visited the beautiful mausoleum, which houses my grandparents, Marty, Bill and Bill’s parents. I find it ironic that Marty and Bill are forever next to each other. She won in the end. The mausoleum also has room reserved for dad’s younger twin sisters. They, dear reader, are a whole other story.
My only cousins. What happened to them?
Patty and Linda hate each other. There is no contact between them.
Patty made a few very bad investments in Florida real estate and lost millions of generational money. All gone. With the money gone, so was the husband. Recently, Linda took Patty to court to remove her children from her care. She lost the case though she continues to fund all of their educations and will always been in their lives.
Towards the end of dad’s brother Bill’s life, he told his wife to not trust either of them. He had left his remaining sister a lot of money to insure she was taken care of until she died and had appointed Linda as her conservator. Towards the very end of his life, he suddenly appointed a third party to approve all of her expenses. Smart man.
After brother Bill’s death, Linda phoned his wife Alma and demanded that the condo he had bought for his twin sisters be sold and given to Patty or Patty’s children. Alma replied that the condo would only be sold after the final twin dies and the funds would be returned to the estate.
I like Alma a lot!
Our entire lives, we were always made to feel that we were second to Patty and Linda. They were the favorites of my aunts and uncles. We really did not exist. When visiting the twin aunts in Palm Beach in 2004, their condo was filled with photos of Patty and Linda and none of us. We were inconsequential yet in the end, all three of us are independent and happy. We even like each other!
These are all the things my cousins never experienced but they had everything. Or did they really?
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