Day 6 The Ups and Downs
When I lost my dad last March I knew it would be hard. I just didn’t know how hard. When Mom died 18 months prior, much of my attention and time went into helping out Dad. There were things we had to put into Dad’s name, but the paperwork was relatively small. Not so when Dad died. Besides dealing with the grief of losing him in a global pandemic, and delayed grief from losing Mom, I had to deal with the estate. It is hard enough to lose a person, but then you also have to do hours of paperwork, all the while reminded that your loved one is gone. I used up a lot of tissues.
Since Dad died in March, we have to file regular taxes for 2020 as well as estate taxes. Although my sister and I hired an estate attorney, they suggested his regular preparer complete the taxes. (The tax preparer is a lot more cost effective so we agreed to go that direction.) Both my sister and I had to make multiple calls/emails to get all the stuff we needed sent to me. When I emailed the accountant he told me of one more document he needed. So yesterday I started hunting for it.
I have 3 bankers boxes filled with different types of paperwork. Some are Mom’s files, but most are Dad’s. I took over paying the bills for Dad, so I should know where everything is. Well, I can picture where everything was in his assisted-living apartment, but since I was not allowed to pack his things up, I sometimes really have to hunt. (A slice for another day, perhaps…)
I looked in boxes one and two quickly, but thought they weren’t the right box. I couldn’t remember where I put box three. To be honest, I couldn’t remember that there WAS a box three, not at that point. Back I went to box one, and decided to pull it into better light. I picked it up, turned to the left, started to walk and was thrown to my knees.
I forgot I had stepped over a weed-eater to get to that part of the basement, and didn’t see it at ankle height. As I thudded to my knees, I somehow managed to plop the box on top of a rubber container so it didn’t throw papers everywhere.
What a great visual of my year (the last few, honestly). I keep landing hard, sore, breathless and startled. But holding the box.