When someone has worked a full life, retired, had benefits, RRSP’s, stocks, bank accounts, property and insurances they also have another thing – a LOT of paper.
Last night, I decided it was time to buckle down and organize my father’s paper work. However, I have never seen 90% of the documents he has before because other than a bank account, I don’t own a lot of “paper”. Trying to figure out what I need and what I don’t need is difficult and time consuming. I had gotten a large majority of it finally placed in neat piles, went to the washroom and when I came out, my lovely dog had decided to trample all over it, moving it around the bed and half on the floor.
“I love my dog I love my dog I love my dog I love my dog I love my dog I love my dog I love my dog I love my dog”
So frustrating, his cute, sad looking face made me sigh and move on though. Needless to say, I lovingly pushed him off the bed and started again. It wasn’t so hard because I knew I wanted to keep it all at least because the garbage papers I had placed in a large envelope for shredding.
When everything is said and done, I will get a will, I will prepare as much as my documents as I can and I’ll do my best not to hoard anything. This is a lot of work.
It’s heartbreaking to do it, and to do it alone, saddens me to my core, but I also know it needs to be done. It’s hard to see my father’s life, resulting in just paper work left behind.
The government doesn’t make it easy either – everyone wants copies of the will, death certificates, my signature in blood (okay maybe not so dramatic but it FEELS dramatic).
I am exhausted. My father was a fairly organized man, but after 69 years of life, things are bound to need some taking care of. Good thing for everyone, organizing is a sport to me. I will continue everything else I need to do tonight and tomorrow and hopefully by the weekend what I need to do will be done.
Time will tell…
XOXO Nikilee
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