So, my brother sort of did a surprise drop dead last May, leaving me to sort out his estate and become my Mom's guardian .... believe me, I have wanted to dig him up, resurrect him and kill him again more than once [MAKE A DAMNED WILL, DON'T DIE INTESTATE, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD MONTRESSOR!!!!!!!]
So I got a call yesterday morning letting me know my Mom passed quietly in her sleep. Not entirely unexpected as she was 93 [Damn you, Death, you couldn't have held off for 22 days to let her die after she made 94?] SHe was well down the path of Alzheimers and was more or less a brainless lump or protoplasm and I *know* my mom [the one who raised me, and dealt with all my skinned knees and lost toys and puppy love heartbreaks] wasn't actually in that body ... but still, there is a fair bit of private mourning going along. Mom, Dad and my brother are gone and I am now an orphan even though I am 55 ...
So the really nice guy that was my Dad's executor is my Mom's executor [and he owns a bar, every time I go there on estate business about my Dad's estate he plies me with drinks ...] but I still have to scrounge up all the paperwork. At least with it being tax season I am not the one dealing with her taxes, and all the paperwork has been trickling in for the past month. And I grew up with the funeral director, so he made the funeral planning seriously easy - and he understands my style of black humor so we sat around and traded dead people jokes for a while.
So I got a call yesterday morning letting me know my Mom passed quietly in her sleep. Not entirely unexpected as she was 93 [Damn you, Death, you couldn't have held off for 22 days to let her die after she made 94?] SHe was well down the path of Alzheimers and was more or less a brainless lump or protoplasm and I *know* my mom [the one who raised me, and dealt with all my skinned knees and lost toys and puppy love heartbreaks] wasn't actually in that body ... but still, there is a fair bit of private mourning going along. Mom, Dad and my brother are gone and I am now an orphan even though I am 55 ...
So the really nice guy that was my Dad's executor is my Mom's executor [and he owns a bar, every time I go there on estate business about my Dad's estate he plies me with drinks ...] but I still have to scrounge up all the paperwork. At least with it being tax season I am not the one dealing with her taxes, and all the paperwork has been trickling in for the past month. And I grew up with the funeral director, so he made the funeral planning seriously easy - and he understands my style of black humor so we sat around and traded dead people jokes for a while.
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