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My wife lost her mother when she was 47, and two years prior lost her oldest sister who was 49, both to pancreatic cancer. My wife was born on January 2nd, her mother was born on January 2nd, her mother passed on January 2nd. Needless to say I am not fond of January 2nd despite it being my wife's birthday.
I'm 57 and she's 55 and I still have both my parents (87/84) and she has her Dad (80). All three have health issues though.
My biological father died when I was three. My mama died when I was 37. We were extremely close, and I still miss her terribly. My stepfather who pretty much raised me died when I was 50.
Both my parents died when I was 55. Dad from Parkinson's; he was 90. Mom died 7 months later from a stroke. She was also 90 but we thought she would live longer - it was kind of a shock. I think about them almost daily - and it was 3 years ago.
I was 31 when my Dad died (cancer) and 48 when my Mother died (pulmonary fibrosis), both died in the hospital, and I hope I can off myself or die in my sleep before I end up in that position.
My Mother actually had the most life-threatening health issues, even before she was in a car accident that could have easily killed her, and I suspect the cracked ribs from the accident injured her lungs to such an extent that it encouraged the development of pulmonary fibrosis, even though the accident was many years before her death.
My Dad liked his booze too much, and also wasn't particular about the chemicals he would let penetrate through his skin and into his blood stream.
My mother died when I was a teenager, and my father died when I was a young adult. They both died slowly and in pain. My mother's death affected me terribly for a long time. It was horrible to watch her struggle. Being in my 60s now, I can't imagine what it would be like to have parents. My husband's father is still alive, and it kind of boggles my mind to think that he still has a living parent.
I hope your parents continue on in good health for a long time, it must be wonderful to have them.
That is a terrible thing for your dad's wife to do. If the estate went through probate, his will should be on record and you can access it (anyone can - public record). Have you considered representation from a lawyer? Something fishy may be going on even if there was no will at all because as his children you would have received a percentage in NY.
I was in my mid-60s when my parents died. I was very lucky as they were quite healthy and lucid until their passing.
Something fishy did go on. However, the law appears to be against us.
Contrary to what most believe, a will does not have to go through probate - especially in NYS which automatically awards ALL of the assets to the wife.
She could have changed the will when he was experiencing dementia. She moved him to North Carolina, but they were both from NYS. He died in North Carolina. He was quickly cremated and I did not get to the funeral. I live in the Midwest and he died on December 12th. I was in the middle of Christmas preparations, my children were home - and she did not invite us.
I don't think there is anything that can be done. I have spoken to attorneys in three states.
Her son. my half brother, lives in a luxury gated condo and despite a prep school education, a college degree, and a masters degree, he chooses to work as a professional gambler. He earns six figures playing poker.
If anyone has any ideas, send me a DM. My husband is a private investigator.
34 when my mother died at age 56, 55 when my dad died at age 82. My mother smoked like a chimney, my father never smoked. My brother died at 54 and also smoked like a chimney. I don't smoke, so maybe I can make it further than my father did.
My father died September 12, 2012, at the age of 78 from Early Onset Dementia/Alzheimer's Disease. I was 58 years old.
2012 was a horrible year for my family because my youngest brother (and the baby of the family and the favorite child) also died in May of that year, and his wife died in October 2012. My brother died one day before his 54th birthday from complications of MS. His wife died of cancer. My mother still has not recovered from my brother's death, and I realize she never will. I understand her feelings, but it makes me sad that she is so depressed all the time and there is nothing I can do to remedy the situation.
To get back on topic, my mother is still alive at age 82, and just entered assisted living on August 11. My husband and I have been busy for weeks dealing with all the moving, listing her house for sale, having a garage sale, cleaning out the storage building and cellar, etc. Whew! We keep saying we are too old for this, but we have to do it all. There is no one else to do it.
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