My daughter discovered her deceased mother’s old ledger and erupted in laughter: “You covered all the expenses, there can’t be anything inside.” She then tossed it in the garbage right in front of me.
“Discard it, Dad. Mom never had any real wealth.” My daughter, Valeria, uttered those words less than four hours after we laid her mother to rest. I was seventy years old and had just returned from the funeral of Lucía, my spouse for forty-three years. Downstairs, our residence in Lomas de Chapultepec was still filled…