April 15th


April 15th

calculator-385506_640It should be a simple project. After all, I have done it many times in the past. But I get started and I can’t continue. Each piece of paper has so much meaning. Each invoice from the home care agency a reminder. Each bank statement, insurance bill and even the few charitable donations fill my mind with memories and my eyes with tears. Who knew it would be tax time that would be the hardest for me.

Of course mom’s memories fill my house, she lived with me for the last four years of her life. Its been eight months since she passed away. I had time to prepare and I have had time to grieve. But it seems that grief has its own time frame, and I’m not quite done with it.

My daughter stopped in after a sales call in our area today. I just quit thinking about the taxes and enjoyed being. Being here with my kid; talking, eating lunch, listening as she worked from the island in my kitchen.

The tax man can wait. Isn’t that what extensions are for?

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Jean,\r\n it's funny how things will trigger a memory & make us think about our loved ones who have passed away. For me it's been cleaning out our basement as so many things have been stored there from my Grandfather & Aunt.\r\nMaria


Oh my goodness. I logged on and was going to blog about doing taxes. Isn't it interesting what things will trigger our grief. One thing that triggered me was loading the dishwasher! All my MILs glasses and numerous small bowls. (We had to serve her one item at a time so she wouldn't play with her food.) I had to arrange things differently now.\r\n\r\nDoing taxes this year has just been an organizational nightmare for me. I used to have everything so organized but in the last 2-3 years I realize looking back how I was falling apart. And so did paperwork... stuck here and there, in piles to sort later. \r\n\r\nAfter my mom died, I got out my copy of the Farm Trust. Dad had given me and each of my siblings a copy just before he was diagnosed with cancer. Looking back, we decided he knew he was sick before seeing a doctor. He was wrapping up business, including building a new barn ahead of scheduled plan. I digress. Anyhow, when I took a look at it again, there was a handwritten letter inside also. Oh did it ever make me cry -- seeing his handwriting after all those years. (He died in 1997, mom 10 months ago.) Luckily I don't have to deal with any of my mom's stuff, my oldest sister is executor. But I am working on my MILs as I have had done for the past 10 years. \r\n\r\nTDM, I like the idea of the extension. Snagging family time when you can is wonderful.