A lot of the assets that went to fund the trust were hard to value. Oil wells, for example.
No, don’t get me wrong. They would have given me money if I had asked for it. But it wasn’t offered. Instead, I’m offered money when they die.
I’m having a tough time explaining it.
It seems the money becomes its own reward instead of the means to an end, where you’ll see people never spending money in order to have more of it that they also don’t spend. And that’s how I see inheritance. My parents jumped through a lot of hoops to maximize the amount of money that I will get, not to maximize the amount of money that they had to spend, but the amount that I will get as their child. So then everyone’s dead, but yippee, I have money.
And if it turns out that I die before my mother, then all of her planning for me, all of the thought that she put into my inheritance that she was so proud of, ends up never meaning anything to me at all. I’m gone. Or if my only sibling without children dies, there isn’t any gift to give. And then I get to be richer still, if I survive.
There’s just a barrenness to it. What use is money if it isn’t making people’s lives better? My parents were proud of it, my mother still is very proud of it, very protective of her fortune so that she has something to give us, instead of spending the money on herself, or on her kids, or on her grandkids, or on a charity. And it grows and no one spends it and everyone eyes it occasionally and I need it less today than I did five years ago, and I survived without it then.
The one thing I thought my inheritance could do that I couldn’t was protect my husband. It can’t do that.
Okay, I am the rambliest rambler who ever rambled. I’m sorry.