When Assets Made an Ass Out of Me

When I became Power of Attorney for my father, I wasn’t entirely sure what I was agreeing to. Actually, I had no idea. The paperwork was signed in his hospital room amidst an air of desperation.

I knew one thing: if decisions needed to be made, I had to make them.

Everything was coming at me so quickly, and nothing was explained. A social worker came to talk with me, and I…