Today (4/2/19) marks the end of a year long battle with my brother regarding my father’s estate. Unfortunately we were never close so this battle shouldn’t have come as a surprise. Plus as the younger sibling, by 22 years, my brother did not agree that I was chosen as dad’s personal representative. Lawyers were involved, extensive fees were incurred and tears were shed. If dad can see this I know he is heartbroken, which makes me feel terrible. Today the final account was closed, based on a “settlement” we agreed upon through our lawyers, and “blessed” by the judge. Honestly, I’m not sure I knew what to expect or how to feel when this all ended. This battle has taken up a year of my life, it was mentally exhausting, I was always on edge and emotionally drained. On top of this I (attempted) to juggle the grieving process and raising my spunky little daughter. Now that this is over my thoughts are totally scattered. I hoped that I would feel some sort of closure or feel better..maybe I will in the future.
Here’s another aspect, I told my brother I don’t want to talk…ever again once this is over. (I don’t want to hear it, this is a well thought out decision that is based on my family’s best interests). My hubby and I were chatting recently about the estate being closed, that means that I may not even know when my brother dies… Wow. Just wow. Again, I don’t regret this decision, but my blood line has diminished very rapidly. I’m only 30!
More to come as I process this.
At Least My Feet Still Touch The Ground 