But the transfer was complicated.
Some assets needed to be liquidated.
Others had tax restrictions.
Because of my military work and several overseas holdings inside the trust, additional compliance reviews were required.
Until the process was finalized, I was advised not to discuss details with anyone who did not need to know.
Including Daniel.
I hated that part.
But following rules when they were inconvenient was practically the story of my career.
Daniel knew I served in the Army.
What he never seemed interested in understanding was exactly what I did.
He joked that I “sat behind a government desk.”
In reality, I had spent seventeen years moving through operational planning, logistics oversight, and command assignments.
At the time Grandpa died, I was a lieutenant colonel being quietly considered for promotion and a major leadership appointment.
Daniel never asked much.
