My immediate family farms throughout New Mexico, West Texas and Oklahoma. In fact, my grandfather drove a tractor until the day that he passed at the ripe old age of 89. As they say where I’m from: "He died with his cowboy boots on."
I was in my first semester of law school at that time, and the time and expense of the estate process was so traumatizing to my family that I was sure the estate attorney had committed malpractice. As it turned out, he did what many estate attorneys do. I knew then that I could do much better, and I've been doing it ever since. I work relentlessly to plan for and guide families through a difficult process as quickly and easily as possible so that they can get back to what’s important: being with their loved ones.
After my personal experiences with my own family's story, I take great satisfaction in knowing that I am taking care of good people and avoiding the pitfalls that my family went through.