Lory Tar Wolfe

What Grandma Left Behind

The day was January 25th, 2021, grandma was home on hospice for the weekend, but five-thirty in the morning rolled around and she passed in her sleep. She was a lively person, her smile great, her laugh contagious, her kindness overflowing. She was the definition of beautiful inside and out. She was the glue to the quaint Droddy Family. She was the glue that held them together. One would wonder what would happen to such a family after she passed. After her funeral most went their separate ways. Some stayed. The ones that stayed tried to hold together a broken group grieving for their beloved wife, mother, and grandmother. Almost six months later everyone came back, some with their hands out, ready to claim what they believed was rightfully theirs. Jewelry, furniture, family heirlooms were passed around to various family members until there was one person left. Carter, one of her granddaughters who was 20 years old at the time. All eyes were on her as what was left to her was being read. Her grandmother left her a little black book. There was a condition that she would have to pick it up from the bank. One of Carter's cousins, Arabelle, burst into a fit of tears and anger. She shrieked that was promised to her. She turned to Carter and said