
A later-life romance can reshape an estate, but careful planning can help.
I wrote last week about my Grandad finding companionship after my Gran died, and my suspicion of the neighbour who appeared, remarkably promptly, bearing cake.
I’ve softened on the companionship. I’m still not convinced about the woman bringing the cake.
It’s not that I think my Grandad’s money belongs to me. He worked hard for it, we don’t need it and, philosophically, I believe he should be able to spend every last dollar on whatever makes the rest of his life better.
But there is an uncomfortable wrinkle.
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