Grandfathers bullion

It was several years ago. I was still at secondary school buy I remember everything very well. I can clearly recall the conversation itself as well as the events that eventually led to it. My grandfather was an old man, he had constant problems moving around on his own. But his mind was sharp, nobody doubted it. His memory was vivid, too, unlike the memory of so many people at his age. He had worked as a doctor. He had operated on several young soldiers during the war and had saved many lives. He called me one day to invite me to his place. He told me we had to talk about the bullion. I knew exactly well what he meant. Our family had inherited large amounts of gold from a man who used to be grandfather"s patient. Anyway, as soon as I got the call from grandfather, I started wondering what he wanted to talk about. From what I had heard from my father, grandpa had been thinking of selling the bullion and sharing the money among family members. I felt slightly uneasy when I entered grandfather"s house. He asked me to sit down. There were twelve bullion bars on the table. He told me the news straight away. I was going to inherit them. I could do what I wanted with them. Then there was silence. I looked at the gold and felt even more embarrassed.