July 20th, 2007

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Eleven Shares

Throughout much of her life, or at least that part of her life for which I was around, my mom kept a stock account at Merrill Lynch. There was never a huge sum of money in the account, but there was always something – stocks, bonds, etc. Like the savings bonds that my brothers and I kept in a safe deposit box, the securities in Mom's account were meant for use at some distant, unspecified point in the far, far future, when we would need the money.

When Dad died, it was time to cash in our own bonds.

When Mom died, almost six months ago now, she still had her account at Merrill Lynch. But in the last years of her life, she had depleted the account, selling off stock in order to pay for the various necessities of life. When my brothers and I liquidated the account, all that was left was eleven shares of one particular stock.

Today, I bought eleven shares of that stock. For the rest of my life, I may find myself needing to use funds for my own necessities, but I'll always know that those eleven shares are there, as if Mom is still looking out for me.