Family sadness

My heart is heavy today.  I am hoping the absolutely gorgeous weather will help to life me up, but my heart is heavy.  My mother called first thing this morning.  She had received a letter from an attorney representing my uncle.  Not my uncle's attorney mind you, but someone they had hired specifically to draft this letter to my mother.  He wants a complete account of how my mother has handled the estate.  I am heartbroken (and offended) for my mother.  My mother has always been the epitome of fair.  She would never cheat the family members, and in fact there were things my uncle had wanted her to just take, but my mother wanted to make sure it was fair to my cousins as well (they are heirs due to their mother's passing last year).  While it will be easy to complete a report, the point of this is that not only does it appear they do not trust my mother, but using this particular attorney indicates they are actually accusing her of cheating or lying.  I guess it is probably a good thing that we weren't planning to be with them for Thanksgiving this year, thinking we would probably go to my in-laws.

And that is another thing.  Andrew's father has deteriorated to the point that my mother-in-law can no longer care for him, and it is time to get some additional help.  She is committed to not putting him in a facility, so she is looking for some help in the home.

All of this of course is set against the backdrop of other little family stresses, while our family attempts to begin the strangest school year ever in the middle of a world-wide pandemic.  My heart is heavy today, and I'm lifting up prayers for peace.