Apr 04, 2010 22:19
Dear Self: Next time you're scheduled to be part of a will-reading, have sedatives/alcohol handy for afterwards. Love, Me.
No, it wasn't that bad (or that good; I'm not a surprise! millionaire or anything), it was just very... weird. And we had to go through my mom's jewelry and sort out who got what, and I ended up with things I *know* I'll never wear (a really nice watch, for instance, and I can't wear watches 'cause I totally kill their little ticking asses; the longest one's ever lasted on my wrist has been two weeks. Turns out my older sister shares this trait) and some gold jewelry-- I wear silver. And somehow there needs to be shipped a twelve-yes-I-said-twelve place-setting Royal Doulton formal china tea-set. TWELVE. PLACES.
.......
Mama, what the hell? I mean, um, what the hell?!? **scratches head** I use my dining-room table to do crafts on and to support a small ironing-board. WTF am I gonna do with a twelve-place-setting formal china tea-set? Maybe I should have a fancy tea once a year on her birthday or my birthday or April Fool's Day or Beltaine or something. I have no clue.
Anyway. It was weird and I was kind of distressed and it feels holyshitstrange to have my mom's stuff and know that now it's mine. There's some random gold to be sold and the profits divided amongst us; there's also rental property to do the same with, and there's all her clothes and just STUFF. An awful lot will be donated to Good Will.
Does everybody feel like this after their last remaining parent dies? It's just... head-desk time again. I'm not precisely complaining, I'm just overwhelmed. This was hers. It still feels like hers. And yes, I'm more than a little freaked out and guilty-feeling. Maybe the cultures where you burned the worldly posessions of the dead were right. There are things I'm glad to have, like her wedding-band (though what I'll do with it I do not know) and her beautiful opal pendent, but... when does the weird wear off? How long does that take?
I am so, so ready to go home.
family