Old Man
From the documents I had been given beforehand, I knew he had substantial assets so I was suprised at his appearance when we met at the start of the day.
He was an old man - I guessed well into his 70's, gaunt and gnarled.
He looked to me like he had been on the land for many years - but I knew that he had not; my papers told me he had been successful in retail in Europe and only returned to New Zealand late in life.
It had also been clear from the background that the family was not close.
No wife on the scene, perhaps dead - I didn't enquire. Two daughters and a son, all three of whom were at the mediation, all in their 50's.
They treated him badly. It took me by surprise. I was missing something, as mediators always do when we sit with families who are at war.
He seemed too frail for them to do this to - beat up on him just because of what they wanted - for him to take a property off the market - they all but said it: 'we'll sell it when you're gone'.
Although I had no business to be, he could see I was worried. He pulled me aside late in the morning and what he said caught me off guard.
'I've taught them too well' he said 'I was always too busy for them when they needed me - you reap what you sow...'
And then, as he told me what terms he was resigned to, he stared through me and out the window behind me. He added, 'You know, at some point in your life you stop thinking of time as passing and think of it as time remaining.
And I couldn't stop a sad song rattling around in my head...
A child arrived just the other day,
And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon,
My son turned ten just the other day.
And the cat's in the cradle...
Well, he came from college just the other day,
And the cat's in the cradle...
I've long since retired and my son's moved away.
And the cat's in the cradle...
[aspects of this case have been modified to protect confidentiality]
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