08/18/2026
I knew something was wrong the moment I walked into my father’s bedroom.
He saw me and quickly shoved a piece of paper under the pillows on his bed.
Then I saw his face. Piercing ice blue eyes. not the ones I knew.
He was angry with me.
There was something different in the way he was looking at me, and I couldn’t understand it.
My father and I were close. He had once told me, “I trust you with my life.”
So what happened?
I had stopped by his condo to have coffee, something I did all the time. We hadn’t had an argument. In fact, we don’t argue. I hadn’t done anything that explained the sudden change in him.
And my father didn’t hide things from me.
When he left the room to use the bathroom, I reached under the pillow and took a picture of the paper. I wanted to know what he was hiding.
Later, I looked at the photograph.
It was a computer printout explaining guardianship and the process for establishing incapacity. Parts were highlighted. In my sister Joan’s handwriting, an arrow pointed toward the language about incapacity with a warning that I was bringing a doctor and lawyer to have my father declared incompetent.
It wasn’t true.
My father had agreed to meet with an elder law attorney to help him sort through the problems and chaos he was already dealing with.
I already knew his caregiver was interfering with our relationship. She controlled much of his transportation and access, was locking me out of his home, and was increasingly creating problems between us.
What shocked me was seeing that my sister was involved too.
The next day, I received a certified letter telling me that my father had revoked my durable power of attorney.
The revocation hadn’t just happened.
It had been signed three months earlier.
My sister had prepared it, and his caregiver had taken him to the bank to have it notarized. Yet for three months, my father had never mentioned it to me.
The following day, he met with a new attorney.
Two days later, he was in the hospital. While there, he signed a new estate plan.
At the time, I kept coming back to the same question:
How could my father believe them over me?
This was a man who had once told me, “I trust you with my life.” And he meant it. I had been his health care proxy for years. I went to medical appointments with him, helped care for him and had twice been there in medical emergencies that saved his life.
I think this is one of the hardest things for families to understand about undue influence.
We think the strength and history of a relationship should protect against influence. I certainly did. My relationship with my father gave me every reason to think that.
Yet something was changing.
How does someone come to distrust a person they trusted for years? How does a longstanding relationship change? What happened before the new belief, the new behavior or the new decision appeared?
Those questions cannot be answered by looking only at the final decision.
You have to look at how the person got there.
That is why I created Undue Influence 101.
People are allowed to change their minds. A surprising decision, standing alone, does not prove undue influence.
But neither does a signature tell us how that decision came to be.
Change matters enormously, and change proves nothing by itself.