Showing posts with label death. Show all posts
Showing posts with label death. Show all posts

Monday, 7 July 2014

Because Death is Hard Enough - Will Disputes

I can't imagine losing a parent, or being a widow, let alone the stress of a Will dispute on top of that.

I haven't done a will, and don't really feel the need to, as property is dealt with in the options you pick during conveyancing, regarding ownership, and I don't have anything else of value.

There'd be no fighting if I died, unless it was over my books.

I'll talk about Ireland though, as I have done in a recent post. 

During my childhood, mortgages were something you did not hear of in Ireland. Everyone I knew of either inherited their parent's home, and if they were not the sibling to be so lucky, then they'd inherit some land on which they could build a property. Considering a couple comes from two sets of parents, sometimes one side would provide the land and the other some financial help. Plus, in Ireland, people often have the ability (with help) to build a house themselves, only having to pay for architects etc...

The thing that I did see, sadly, several times throughout my childhood time and time again, was will disputes.

Always over land and property. And not, surprisingly always amongst siblings.

One of the worst fallings out I saw, was where a nephew (my Uncle) expected to receive property from his Uncle (my Great Uncle).

What amazes me, is when these people have property of their own already!

I even saw, in my very young years, someone come over from the States to dispute a will, and I remember some furniture being burned as a result - being how young I was I don't remember if the aggrieved was the burner, or if it was pre-emptive to prevent his paws getting on anything.

Bad enough that people are all grieving and not only attending funerals and burials, but being that it is Holy Ireland, a wake too. But, add to that the stress of disputed claims, and grievances, you see a whole lot of stress.

I've never witnessed it in England the way I have in Ireland.

I've even seen someone in America (not a personal relative of mine) inheriting a parental family property in Ireland he'd not set foot in for decades, when the siblings who'd cared for the parents only lived next door. Of course they were aggrieved and rightly so. Add to that he leaves it empty and only visits once a year, and the tension gets worse. Amplify it once again, another sibling, when visiting from the UK, is not allowed to stay there, despite the fact that turning on the heating etc would be good for the house and the soul.

I just did some research online about land, history and Ireland and came across this: Irish History - Boycott and it would seem that the word boycott originates from Mayo (who'd have guessed), which astounds me as (1) I did not know that and (2) my family on my Mum and Dad's side are both from Mayo so I am fascinated. Bet nobody in my family knows that.

I already knew that the phrase beyond the pale originates from Dublin, so I do know some things, ha!

The extra complication we had in my Mum's family was that there was a house AND a shop (plus a travelling shop) to be inherited. My Mum was one of seven, so the decision was not going to be easy. My Grandparents solved the Will problem, by bequeathing all 3 things during their lifetime. Yes, this meant a Will was not necessary, BUT it did not stop the sibling rivalry or fighting. Two brothers still do not speak to this day. 

I have nothing to inherit so I cannot at all relate to it, or how deep the emotions go. Is it something that relates to agricultural countries due to the historical importance of the land, or do Will disputes happen in the UK too? Actually a quick Google and I have found lots on Mumsnet so it clearly happens here too. Same thing, with rifts that last for decades. If you are one of my many readers from overseas, then I would be interested to hear what happens in your country. Let me know in the comments.

If you live in the UK and have been affected by this post Redress Law look after Wills and inheritance disputes. This post was a collaboration with them.

Thursday, 3 February 2011

Granny Kathleen


Hello Kathleen,

(as you made me call you all through my childhood, till Gran became the norm)

Well, I now have gone through several milestones which have taught me that you really are no longer here.  You are indeed there....

The "man" at the airport said "Is this the baby's first trip to Ireland?"
To which we said "yes"
and he said
"welcome home".

They haven't said that at the airport in at least 15 years...

He then said "shall I stamp his passport?"
to which we said
"YES PLEASE"...

Then when re-telling the story to Auntie Cora it HIT me like a knife in my heart and pings in both eyes and a lump in my throat, that it would have been Kathleen who would have been giving that vibe of "baby's first trip to Ireland"........ the feeling the "man" gave me, was soooooo close to the feeling she would have done... Maybe you were working through the man, and he was your angel for the day? doing your heavenly deed? in the most oddest of places: an airport.... But when Gran wants to welcome her youngest to Ireland she finds a way?

While talking to Cora I cried and cried.  Heightened by the fact that she has just recently lost her Mum... My Gran was her husband's Mum, my Mum's Mum... So shortly after supporting her husband in grief, she was grieving herself... When the tears were at a peak she showed me a wedding photo that was coincidentally well within her reach.  Her son's wedding, where he and his beautiful wife were flanked by the 2 Grans... You see I have lost the ONE, but Cora's 5 children have lost both of their Grans...  But on the day we arrived Cora hosted a beautiful Sunday dinner for us.  Again the vibe was "welcome home" and the guest of honour... my baby... my beautiful wonderful baby boy, Aaron.

Then a walk to the "lawns" with baby in pushchair provokes a crying session, that is tender, heartfelt and heart opening, and I am saying a fond goodbye to Gran again...  The memories are in the air... I can see her standing at the door, saying hello, saying goodbye... but it is in the ether... it is NOT real...

A trip to the "grave" brings about no such feelings and confirms to me 100% that you are NOT there... YOU have moved on... YOU are not a trapped soul, with earthly issues still to be solved and thought over... you are a cleansed soul who has run off home, in record time, with a bounce in her step and a little cheerful look over her shoulder...

So Gran what will be the next milestone that'll let me know that you are no longer here?

Well I don't mind... heaven feels closer than Ireland, so I have more access to you now... I can talk to you without the need of a phone, and feel confident that you are looking down on me and Aaron... after all you were already a heavenly body for his birth and transition to earth.

I love you and won't say I miss you, rather I remember you fondly, sincerely and with a huge heart...

Thanks for being a phenomenon and a formidable person... You have left a legacy...

Liska x

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I wrote the above on Facebook on Wednesday... added it to here Thursday and discovered Dear So and So on Friday (which it wasn't written for) but no harm joining in :-)

Sorry it's not light-hearted like the others...

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