When I decided to use the family inheritance to pay for my university education, my sons, Ryan and James, cut me off. “That money is for the whole family. That kind of waste is not acceptable,” Ryan said. James added, “Why spend Grandma’s savings on a degree when there are grandchildren who need schooling?”
I defended my choice, saying, “Your mother always encouraged me to follow my dreams.” Despite our heated argument, I proceeded with my education, which was my way of honoring my late wife Mary’s memory. “I need something significant to cling to,” I told them.
Graduation day was bittersweet. My sons weren’t there, which was a painful reminder of our rift. However, when I returned home, I was surprised to find a celebration arranged by my granddaughters. “We heard that you graduated,” said my granddaughter Lila. “We wanted to express our pride.”
Their support and love provided a comforting balm, renewing my sense of purpose and making me feel that, despite the family divide, I had made the right choice.
