My Parents Left Grandma at a Nursing Facility—Then a Brown Suitcase Led Us to the Deed Recorded in My Father’s Name

“Good.

One less thing to forget.”

We talked about the church luncheon.

The soup had been better than the sandwiches.

The coffee tasted as though somebody had washed the pot without rinsing it.

For a while the facility did not appear in the conversation.

Neither did the deed.

Afterward, she asked whether I would return if the property matter took six months.