As my husband Roger and I have ridden the learning curve rollercoaster while caring for his dad, we've accepted one fact: Pepaw isn't so good with numbers anymore.
Thanks to Alzheimer's, Pepaw's checkbook was waaaaaayyyyy off by thousands of dollars, though luckily he had more than he thought. We were able to figure out his banking situation and narrow down his accounts to two financial institutions in Florida, where he had lived for 18 years.
We could tell him how much he had, but he vehemently disagreed as he pulled out a two-year old bank receipt showing a completely outdated figure. We thought he'd be happy to hear he had more than that old amount. Nope. Wouldn't accept our word so we gave up. Let him think what he wants.
However, we were confused when he kept talking about having some money in another bank that we hadn't heard of. Pepaw was adamant he had money in this other institution, but we found no statements or any documents of such a bank.
I kept trying to solve this mystery and finally figured it out the other day while reading online news.
Yep, Pepaw was right: his money was in the bank of Bernanke.
Federal Reserve Chairman Ben Bernanke.
Another thing off my to-do list!
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