A Little Bit More

by Margie Senechal

This is a follow-up posts to a couple of my posts in the past. Things you didn't even know you were still wondering about...

At the beginning of the year, we Wranglers usually choose a word to represent what we want to be our own life's theme for the year. In January, I chose the word More. 

I don't know about the other girls, but I remembered it all the way the through January and maybe into February. And then promptly forgot it.
 
Fast forward many months.

For Thanksgiving, we went to my sister's in-laws as we did for the first time last year. There were almost twenty five of us gathered around three tables. And I didn't have to prepare anything, which was good because I came straight from work.

Anyway, while we were enjoying dessert, my hostess, Kathy, appeared with a book for me. She remembered my word from January as I'd shared it with her at my brother-in-law's birthday party on New Year's Day. The book is filled with MORE. Kinda awesome. And kinda sad that she remembered and I let life get in the way of being MORE. Although I still have a few weeks left of 2017...

 A couple of months ago, I shared the story of my father-in-law's death and how he had a safe deposit box that we knew nothing about. The man died penniless--he lived in section 8 housing and SSI check to SSI check--so, what could he have that was worth saving in a safe deposit box?

Well, it was quite the ordeal to find out. Since he died without a will, we had to establish the right to close out his safe deposit box. We had to wait forty days before the courthouse would assign my sister-in-law, Kathy, as the family representative. But, then the bank wanted the brothers--my husband and brother-in-law--to sign off on it as well.

So, finally two months and a week after his death, Kathy and I headed to the bank--all papers signed, sealed, and delivered--and got escorted to a private room in which to open the box.

I now know how Geraldo Rivera might have felt after opening Al Capone's vault. Our expectations had been low to begin with, so we weren't sorely disappointed. Just a smidgen.

So, what was in the box? Garbage. Seriously. There were cards that once held coins that apparently he'd sold over the years, but kept the card. There were a couple of remaining coins, a watch in wrap, a silver pendant, a purple (amethyst?) stone necklace, and a silver thimble.

I took the King Arthur coin--which I looked up and is valued less than $30--and the silver pendant.

To be honest, I kinda miss not knowing and the mystery. Ahh well....

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