Despite all the abuse and dysfunction he caused in my childhood home, despite all eight years of estrangement, I love my father. He's been dead for almost a year now, and the grief often seems unbearable.
Just when I think things are starting to settle down, I find something more that he's left either my mom or me to deal with. Yesterday, it was a safe deposit box at a bank, in a town almost an hour away. My mom's name was on it, and neither of us knew it existed until a few weeks ago. So, we had to go do that, and pay $150 for a locksmith to open it, only to find it empty.
Then they wanted us to do something about his bank accounts. Long story short, I had to do a ton of paperwork, and received an inheritance of just over $450. So, I repaid my mom for the locksmith, plus a bit, then took her and my fiancee Keri out to dinner.
As painful and distressing as it was to have to go through one more hurdle, it really couldn't have happened at a better time. I hadn't expected any money, but we really needed groceries, so it was a great relief to get that. Plus, I had a little extra money for fun. It was nice to go out-- and I controlled my portions so well, I'm very proud of myself! I also bought Keri a 12 pack of beer, and a bottle of good vodka for me to enjoy in moderation. And, I have enough money left over still to help with some bills.
After two muscle relaxers, 14 hours of sleep, and my Prozac (in that order), I'm feeling much more peaceful and strong in spite of my sadness. Today, I'm ready to get a few things done around the house, and I am looking forward to my gym time. Now, off for a healthy "breakfast," albeit at the crack of half past noon, LOL.
Thanks, Dad, for making things a little easier. I love you.