“Martin was dead. That was all that mattered, but I felt the loss of money almost as much as the loss of Martin. What mercenary devil has taken charge of my soul? No devil at all. I have come to recognize that money is important.
It was time to pay the piper, but I had no money and it was one thing that could have taken Martin’s place to some extent.
Money can’t compensate two children for the loss of a father. Money can’t reach out in the night and caress you. Money can’t come home at night with a briefcase, a twinkle, and a hug, but money can give you peace of mind.
Martin said a $25,000 life insurance policy was just peanuts. He was so wrong. It wasn’t peanuts. It was peanut butter, milk and hamburger. It was the orthodontist and the pediatrician. It was summer camp.
Despite his fourteen months of dying, he left our affairs in a terrible mess. The strength to act, to initiate, to plan had left him.”
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