I've already talked to my accountant taking care of my brother's tax returns. Talk about wrong speech and miscommunication - try contacting the IRS. Thank goodness I have him to try to straighten things out. And then I called the title company for closing my brother's house and though she was chipper enough, she sounded eight years old and did not address my question at all. Hopefully, the closing will go through despite lack of communication.
This will be funny, but not for another year or so.
Soon no communication will be the norm, and I can move on from the grief and headache of my brother's death and his possessions and think of other things. I've had some great ideas from my family about memorials to my brother, and that bit of business is where I'd like to place my focus. But it's good I didn't do anything right away, because before I was thinking of rehab facilities and now I am going to put his money where his passions lay: animal shelters, opera, classical music, a bench along a lake he knew well. He had many joys and enthusiasms, and they represent him more positively and truthfully than his problems. The bench would be a place where we could come and remember him and the good times we had when he was alive.
Closure. I'm not sure how much honesty is in that term, but at least the time is here for settling his affairs and not allowing his death to swallow me up any longer. Soon there will be only memories, not accounts and checks and distribution. I'm ready.
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