All Done

I filed my mother's final taxes today.  She died January 4 2007, and as executor of her estate, this was my final task.

And, yes, I know I missed the deadline, for both countries in which she paid taxes.

I procrastinated.  I put it off.  I hid the papers.  I wasn't ready.

But today, without any fanfare, or even much conscious thought, I put the forms in an envelope, dropped my loose change on the counter of the post office and sent the envelope on its way.

It hit me tonight.

I'm all done.

I looked after them for forty-six years and I'm all done.  I don't know who I am.  I'm all done.

Note to self:  It's OK.

It's OK.

It's OK...