Death and taxes
Well, I am officially convinced that these two things are life's greatest mysteries.
I knew that I would dread organizing all of our crap for tax preparation, but I didn't realize how sentimental and sad it would be this year.
As I was fishing through checkbook registers and receipts for charitable donations, I kept coming across a year's worth of reminders of what was and what no longer is.
Pregnancy check-up slips from my OB's office. Mike's skin cancer surgery records. Sasha's final vet bill from when we put her down. Receipts for the nursery furniture and supplies. The slew of bills from the many specialists who treated Ryan. Pages and pages of benefits statements from our insurance company. Bills and release forms from the funeral home. And, lastly, Ryan's birth and death certificates and his social security card.
It's very surreal. How is it that a year in my life that seemed to level out to a nice altitude, suddenly - and without warning - nose-dived and was smashed into oblivion?
Well, that's not completely true.
Thankfully, Mike's skin cancer surgery was completely successful and he received a clean bill of health. And, this is a blessing that I thank God for each and every day!
But, every other dream was shattered to pieces. I never, ever imagined I would be in "this" position, collecting paperwork on my dead son to present to the tax preparer.
I wonder how many other people have gone through this at tax time - having to relive the horrors in their lives when they're trying their hardest to pick up the pieces and start over.
I knew that I would dread organizing all of our crap for tax preparation, but I didn't realize how sentimental and sad it would be this year.
As I was fishing through checkbook registers and receipts for charitable donations, I kept coming across a year's worth of reminders of what was and what no longer is.
Pregnancy check-up slips from my OB's office. Mike's skin cancer surgery records. Sasha's final vet bill from when we put her down. Receipts for the nursery furniture and supplies. The slew of bills from the many specialists who treated Ryan. Pages and pages of benefits statements from our insurance company. Bills and release forms from the funeral home. And, lastly, Ryan's birth and death certificates and his social security card.
It's very surreal. How is it that a year in my life that seemed to level out to a nice altitude, suddenly - and without warning - nose-dived and was smashed into oblivion?
Well, that's not completely true.
Thankfully, Mike's skin cancer surgery was completely successful and he received a clean bill of health. And, this is a blessing that I thank God for each and every day!
But, every other dream was shattered to pieces. I never, ever imagined I would be in "this" position, collecting paperwork on my dead son to present to the tax preparer.
I wonder how many other people have gone through this at tax time - having to relive the horrors in their lives when they're trying their hardest to pick up the pieces and start over.
posted by Sherry @ 2/17/2006 12:03:00 AM
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