It’s a lovely summer day — in the middle of January. I spent the better part of last night and this morning working on a few stubborn financial issues. If you can believe it, these issues involve my deceased husband’s accounts. Still. When will it end?
Sometimes, I feel so helpless in the process. Companies wanting documentation that doesn’t exist — because men do not expect to die when they are only 49 years old. No will. No power of attorney. No clear documentation of bank accounts, retirement accounts, pension plans, or that sort of important stuff. It’s been nearly 2 years since his death and I the post-death fall out goes on and on.
One by one, I plugged away at each of the problems. I made phone calls, wrote letters, sent death certificates, and completed forms. I know that the process is not yet complete but at least I got a jump on it.
Once again, I feel like my finances are some what in control (as long as I don’t look at my retirement plans). *sigh* Just like a cardioversion procedure that resets the heart back to it’s normal rhythm, I’m hoping that my efforts are back on track.
“Lub-Dub” pause, “Lub-Dub” pause.
I hope it sticks.
I can definitely believe it. I’m still having problems with my parents’ estate taxes from 2005. Why is it so hard to believe that if I didn’t give you the paperwork, then I don’t have the paperwork? Their files are gone, their computer is gone, their house… GONE. I don’t know where any of their stuff was, but now it’s GONE. hahaha…. One day it will be over, I hope.
But I definitely understand. The stress in dealing with this stuff is crazy. And never-ending.
I hope it sticks!!