They Sold His Medals and Watered Down His Medicine to Pay for a Cruise. They Never Knew About the Trust

“Walt,” I said.

“Where are your medals?”

He let out a small, dry sound that was almost a laugh, and had no humor in it at all.

“Your mother sold them.

Listed the whole shadow box online.” He breathed.

“Said they were old pieces of metal, and she wanted extra money for the excursions at the ports.”

I could not find a single word to put in my mouth.

And then it got worse.