My Grandkids Had Already Reserved a Cemetery Plot and Headstone for Me – but They Forgot That I’m More than Just Kind

Life’s a rollercoaster, and at 74, I’ve had my share of ups and downs. One minute everything’s great, and the next, it all falls apart. But you keep going—that’s life.

I raised three kids—Betty, Thomas, and Sarah—and gave them everything I had. We weren’t rich, but we made sure they had a good future. But as they grew up, the visits and calls stopped. When Harold passed away six years ago, I struggled on my own until I fell and ended up in a nursing home.

At first, I cried every night, but over time, I found new friends. My kids barely visited, only showing up when my health declined—suddenly, they were all concerned, but I knew they were really after the inheritance.

One day, I overheard them talking about my burial plans and laughing about the money. That broke my heart. After all I’d done for them, they were counting the days until I was gone. I decided it was time to teach them a lesson.

I called a family meeting, pretending to read them my will, but instead, I revealed I’d given most of my savings to charity and planned to travel. I left them a dollar each. The look on their faces was priceless.

I’m not saying don’t love your kids or leave them something. But remember, love isn’t measured in money. Don’t let them take you for granted.