My mother-in-law died holding my hand and whispered, “They erased me… now erase them.” When her will was read, her children went crazy—almost $2 million and all of her assets were left to me. They promised they would ruin me. They never thought I would be the one to end them first. My mother-in-law, Eleanor Whitmore, died the way she lived—quietly commanding a room without raising her voice. I was the only one at her bedside that afternoon in St. Luke’s Hospice, because her c… See more