I filed my father’s taxes and submitted his will. All is done. All is wrapped up regarding both my mother and father’s paperwork. How very strange.
There was no probate as my father died with no savings, no life insurance, no assets… but I am left massively rich, with a full heart and peaceful soul. Their memories contained in mine.
Their boxes of files remain, and despite intermittent moments of self-doubt, I know I did the best I could.
I have no unfinished business with mom and dad, though I miss, miss, MISS them.
As always, Neruda helps in the heaviest moments.
From Heights of Macchu Picchu: I
Pablo Neruda
From the air to the air, like an empty net,
I went wandering between the streets and the
atmosphere, arriving and saying goodbye,
leaving behind in autumn’s advent the coin extended
from the leaves, and between Spring and the wheat,
that which the greatest love, as within a falling glove,
hands over to us like a large moon…
I leaned my head into the deepest waves,
I sank through the sulfuric peace,
and like a blind man, returned to the jasmine
of the exhausted human springtime.
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