My grandpa’s will revealed a shocking secret: for months, he had been pretending to be deaf, quietly listening to everything we said about him. When the truth was finally revealed in the lawyer’s office, it exposed our family’s hidden greed and genuine love, leaving us all forever changed.
My grandpa, Harold, was one of a kind. From the time I was a little girl, he was my favorite person. He could light up any room with his laughter and mischief, always full of love for his family. His twinkling eyes were a constant source of joy, and he had a way of making life feel special.
When Grandpa passed away, I felt a deep void. I missed our long talks, his wisdom, and, most of all, his playful spirit. One prank of his, from April Fool’s Day, became legendary in our family: he told us he’d hidden a $100 bill somewhere in the house. We searched for hours, only to find a note in the cookie jar that read, “Fooled you! The best treasures are the moments we share.” We all laughed, and Grandpa’s eyes sparkled with delight.
Now, sitting in the lawyer’s office, I couldn’t shake the sadness. Grandpa was gone, and his will was about to be read. I expected that he had left something for everyone, as he was always generous. But what followed shocked us all.
The lawyer cleared his throat and began reading Grandpa’s letter:
“Hello, my dear family! Today, many of you will leave this room very disappointed because you won’t get what you expected. In fact, only one of you will leave here with a smile. For the past two months, I’ve been pretending to be deaf. I heard every word you said about me. Let’s begin with my son, John.”
My Uncle John’s face paled as the lawyer continued, “John, you have always been a dutiful son, but recently, I overheard you complaining about how much of a burden I had become. You said you couldn’t wait for the ‘old man’ to pass so you could get my money. Well, John, you’ll be disappointed to know you won’t be receiving a single penny.”
John’s face turned beet red as he slumped in his chair, visibly embarrassed.
Next, the lawyer turned to my Aunt Susan. “Susan, I heard you on the phone many times, talking about your debts and how you couldn’t wait for me to die so you could pay them off with your inheritance. Well, Susan, you’ll be receiving $1. Hope that helps.”
Susan gasped in disbelief. “This can’t be true! I never said that!” she protested, but the lawyer remained unfazed, continuing, “This is what your father wrote, Susan.”
The tension in the room was unbearable. Everyone shifted nervously, unsure of what revelation would come next.
The lawyer moved on to my cousin, Emily. “Emily, you were always sweet to my face, but behind my back, you made bets on how long I’d live and joked about inheriting my money. Emily, you will receive nothing.”
Emily’s jaw dropped in shock. The room grew thick with disbelief, some family members devastated, others secretly relieved. But the biggest surprise was yet to come.
“And now, to my beloved granddaughter, Jane,” the lawyer read. My heart pounded in my chest as I held my breath. “Jane, you spent hours talking to me, sharing your life, and listening to my stories. You never made me feel like a burden. Your love and kindness were always genuine, and for that, I am leaving you everything: my houses, my business, and all that I own. My deputy, Peter, will help you manage the company until you finish college, after which you’ll take over.”
I was stunned. Grandpa’s company was worth a fortune. I had loved him for the person he was, never for his wealth. As tears welled up in my eyes, the lawyer continued, “Jane, I trust you to run the company with the same love and integrity you always showed me. Make me proud.”
I couldn’t believe it—Grandpa had orchestrated the ultimate test, revealing everyone’s true colors. It was more than just a will reading; it was a lesson about love, greed, and what truly matters in life.
After the will was read, Peter, my grandpa’s trusted deputy, came up to me. “Jane, I had no idea Harold planned this. But I’ll be here to help you with the company whenever you’re ready.”
“Thank you, Peter,” I replied, still trying to process everything. “I’m going to need a lot of help.”
My Uncle John, fuming, muttered, “This is so unfair! I was his son—I deserved more!”
Aunt Susan, still crying, added, “We all deserved more. This is cruel.”
Surprisingly, Emily, who had been silent the entire time, finally spoke up. “Maybe this is what we needed—a wake-up call. Grandpa always knew how to make us see things differently.”
With that, the lawyer packed up his papers, saying, “If anyone has questions, feel free to contact my office. But remember, these were Harold’s final wishes.”
As my family left the office, some grumbling, others lost in thought, Emily approached me with a sad smile. “Jane, Grandpa saw something special in you. He knew you’d handle this with grace.”
“I hope so,” I said quietly. “I just want to make him proud.”
“You will,” Emily reassured me, giving me a hug. “You always have.”
As we walked out into the sunlight, I reflected on Grandpa’s final lesson. His legacy wasn’t just about his fortune—it was about love, integrity, and the lessons he had imparted on us all. True wealth isn’t measured by money but by the relationships we nurture and the respect we give and receive. Grandpa’s clever plan reminded us all of that.
With Grandpa’s memory guiding me, I felt ready to face the challenges ahead. And in that moment, I knew he would always be with me, helping me every step of the way.
Barry Manilow explains why he waited decades to come out as gay
During a guest appearance on HBO’s Who’s Talking to Chris Wallace, the 80-year-old Copacabana singer said he didn’t think it was important to announce his sexuality during the earlier decades of his career.
Manilow came out in 2017, almost three years after he married his husband and manager Garry Kief in a private ceremony. The couple have been together for 45 years now, though they’ve kept much of their relationship away from the public eye.
When he came out to People magazine in 2017, Manilow — whose real name is Barry Pincus — worried he’d be “disappointing” some of his fans by revealing his sexuality. Instead, Manilow, who was 73 at the time, said the reaction from his fanbase was “beautiful.”
Despite his current feelings of nonchalance about his own coming out, Manilow said announcing his sexuality as his career was booming would have been a bad idea.
“Now being gay is no big deal,” he explained. “Back in the ’70s it would have killed a career.”
Regardless, the usually very private Manilow said he thinks “everybody knew that Garry and I were a couple all those years.”
“Really, Garry and I’ve been together for so long,” he said. “It just never dawned on me that we’re going to come out. But when we got married, it was a big deal, so we did.”
Manilow credited Kief for saving his life. He said he is thankful he had Kief to support him as his music career was taking off, despite keeping their relationship under wraps.
“As my career exploded, it was just crazy. And, you know, going back to an empty hotel room, you can get into a lot of trouble if you’re alone night after night after night,” Manilow explained. “But I met Garry right around when it was exploding. And I didn’t have to go back to those empty hotel rooms. I had somebody to cry with or to celebrate with.”
Manilow said he did not wish an isolated hotel room for any young people.
“It was pretty lonely until I met Garry. And then it was fun,” he smiled.
Kief is not Manilow’s first spouse. In 1964, Manilow married his high school sweetheart, Susan Deixler. They were married for one year.
Manilow told CNN’s Wallace he “really did love” Deixler, but added “the gay thing was pretty, pretty strong. I couldn’t deny it.”
The singer said he knew he was gay before marrying Deixler, but their marriage ended because Manilow couldn’t be the committed husband his then-wife needed. He revealed that his sexuality was not the reason his marriage failed.
“We had a very nice marriage, it was great, but I was away every night making music, as a young musician would be,” Manilow described. “It wasn’t good for me, and it wasn’t good for her.”
“I couldn’t be the proper husband,” he continued. “I was out making music every night, sowing my wild oats. I wasn’t ready to settle down.”
Brooklyn-born Manilow skyrocketed to international fame in 1974 after his release of the ever-popular pop-rock ballad Mandy. He became one of the biggest-selling musicians of all time. Prior to his success as a singer-songwriter, Manilow was behind a number of famous commercial jingles for brands like State Farm and Band-Aid — a gig that he has said helped him create catchy hooks for his own hit songs.
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